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ericscroptop · 1 month

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Good Girls Ride

✧ pairing: bf! xiaojun x gf! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, cursing, cowgirl position, riding, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, kissing

✦ word count: 3.1k words

✧ synopsis: plain and simple: it’s your first time riding dejun.

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Your head rested against Dejun’s shoulder while your body had found home comfortably in his lap, cuddled into his chest as you guys spent time lazily watching movies together.

Now usually when men watch movies with their girlfriends, it often leads to sex because they can’t seem to keep it in their pants.

But right now, it is you who can’t seem to focus on the television with your hot boyfriend so close to you.

Dejun had his undivided attention on the film currently playing. He’s been raving about this action film that came out recently— of which, you honestly couldn’t give a rat’s ass about.

Though, you agreed to watch this movie when you saw how his eyes lit up in elation when he discovered it had been added to streaming services.

You obliged since he always went along with what you wanted to do and put your needs first 95% of the time.

He perpetually gave you princess treatment and attention. Always allowing you to be the one to choose what to eat when you two were eating out. Letting you be in charge of aux when you were his passenger princess. And, he always ensures that you’re satisfied and reached your climax every single time you two had intercourse.

Dejun was consistently sweet to you. You loved him for that. He took care of you beyond well and you never took for granted his sweet nature.

Though, that’s what should make moments that surround him and his desires a bit more special. Your boyfriend rarely complains in allowing you to pick and choose most of the time. In fact, he encourages it. He loves giving you what you want and no matter what he does with you, he’s just grateful that you’re by his side.

And so, you really want to be able to sit through this 3 hour-long movie with your boyfriend, as he’d been more than eager to show you something he’s interested in.

But this genre of movie isn’t particularly your favorite. And you know Dejun is well aware it’s not really your vibe.

Which is why he has you pulled into his lap. So you could remain still and held securely in his embrace to watch this movie like a good girl.

Not only was boredom beginning to strike your brain, but you also had a habit of having the inability to stay still. You made way too many movements— whether big or small.

You squirmed so much like a worm. You often had to reposition yourself or fidget as long as you were awake and weren’t focused.

It especially was hitting you now that your ass covered by thin leggings rested over Dejun’s lap and crotch, covered in those lightweight, mesh basketball shorts he always wore when lounging around the house.

Not to mention, he was wearing a black muscle tank that tormented you by having his bare arms on display.

His left arm was currently draped over your shoulder, the palm of his hand and fingers occasionally giving you gentle touches over your own arm and shoulder.

Locking in on this movie way out of your taste was already hard enough on its own, and your boyfriend merely existing was making it even harder.

You can’t help the sexual appetite you suddenly have now. Your mind drifts off to the pretty noises your boyfriend made in bed and how his body fit so well against yours. How he loved when you tugged on his hair and massaged it. How he’s just always so good to you and it makes you want to get on your knees for him.

You just love the shit out of him and want to be buried deep inside him for life.

A sigh leaves your mouth while you crane your neck to graze your lips over his neck. Your eyelids shut as you dot feathery kisses over his skin, humming in pleasure as you do so.

Dejun’s hold on you tightens a bit once your teeth begin to nip his neck, sucking in a breath.

“Hey… what are you doing, love?” his eyes are doing their best to stay focused on the movie whilst your lips stuck over his neck like a magnet.

He was too keen on watching this movie for weeks now, but nothing stops you when lust takes over.

“Just obsessed with you.” you mumbled into his skin, continuing in kissing him up and probably leaving a mark or two in the process.

Your body begins to squirm over him, shifting your ass from side to side even within his hold in attempt to stimulate his dick to get him hard.

Your ears pick up on him swallowing hard at your actions, and you bounce over him carefully, but enough to get him to draw out a low moan.

He can feel your lips curve into a smile over his skin. Your dominant hand finds its way into his scalp, massaging it lovingly. Your other hand rests on the back of his neck.

“You’re just always so needy, huh? Always want my attention.” Dejun teases, and you remove your mouth from his neck to look him in the eyes.

“Can’t help myself, Junie. You’re so hot.” your gaze stays concentrated on his pupils, looking at him with bedroom eyes and mouth slightly parted as you grind into him. The both of you hiss at the feeling of each other’s crotch against one another and the friction created.

“Tell you what. Since you’re being all cute over my lap right now, why don’t we go take this to the bed and you can ride me?”

Your movements halt, mouth agape from his words and confidence faded away.

He smirks at your expression, and only reaches a hand down to your thigh to pat it gently.

“Since you don’t want to watch the movie I chose, the least you can do is do what I want in the bedroom. Can you do that for me, pretty?”

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And so you agreed.

The two of you neglected the movie and headed to the bedroom, quickly discarding all your clothes between heated kisses and teasing.

Now, you sit in front of Dejun. His legs are spread out on either side of you, and his arms are leaned back behind him, holding himself up on the bed.

His eyes sparkled at you in anticipation. Waiting for you to split yourself open and welcome his manhood up inside you.

Though, you can only stare dumbly at his veiny cock and swallow hard.

You’re aching to feel his length inside you, but you’ve never actually rode anyone before.

You didn’t know what it felt like to be on top. And something about sinking down onto his dick just seemed really intimidating.

Taking control in this way was foreign to you. Being pampered and Dejun doing all the work was what you were used to.

The spotlight was on you. Of course you’ve seen explicit content and heard about what it’s like to be on top, but that’s it. You weren’t sure if you could execute the proper skills and avoid embarrassing yourself.

“Jun… I’ve never been on top before.” you look at his eyes with an innocent stare.

“I don’t know if I can do it, babe.” a pout forms on your lips, causing your boyfriend to chuckle.

He knows you secretly just want him to do what you’re used to. Bending you over and fucking the shit out of you. But he wants to challenge you for once.

He saw how eager you were to kiss him up and tease your ass over his crotch just a bit ago. He knows you have it in you to ride him. You can take it for him.

“You can do it, baby. I’m right here incase you need help.” he reassures you, bringing his thumb to your cheek and rubbing it sweetly.

You half smile nervously at him, still a bit hesitant at proceeding with the act of riding him.

But, you trust Dejun so much. He would never hurt you or make you feel bad. If he thinks you can do it, then you believe him.

Your dominant hand reaches for his cock. It twitches at your touch and your fingers begin to lube up his length with his own precum.

Your teeth catch your bottom lip in hold and Dejun feels hot in feeling and seeing you touch his dick and adjusting yourself over him to bring his length close to your pussy.

Cock within your hold, you start to play with the head against your folds to get you wet enough to take him, causing Dejun’s breathing to increase and you whimper at the contact.

“C’mon baby. I got you.” Dejun whispers and brings a hand to your wrist, his touch encouraging you to welcome him in.

And so you do.

He helps you put it in. You align yourself over him well with his aid and his cock head enters your hole. You hiss with eyes shut as you sink down him inch by inch, resting your legs on either side of him, and your boyfriend says nothing but words of encouragement during the process of his length stretching you out.

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding once he bottoms you out, prompting you to whine at the feeling of fullness.

“C’mere.” your boyfriend coos and you carefully lean over towards his face to connect your lips with his, each of your hands resting on one another’s body.

You two make out for a minute while you cock warm him. He lets you get used to him being inside you in this way for a moment so you could get comfortable and less tense.

And you do loosen up. Your mouth moved in sync with his own, and you begin to rock your hips back and forth, grinding over him as the desperation to get yourself off waves over you.

Your arms wrap around his neck and his hands feel all up on the curves and edges of your body while you grind over his cock.

Your hips play around with moving back and forth and moving in a circular motion, testing out the waters.

A filthy moan then leaves your mouth at the stimulation of grinding your clit, making a smirk appear on Dejun’s face as you get used to this.

“I wanna feel you fucking yourself over me. You can do that for me, can you, pretty?” his voice low.

You only whimper in response. Your hands let go from around his neck and find new settlement on his shoulders and chest.

Your hips then lift carefully, starting to move up and down over his length. Your moist pussy letting half of his length slip in and out repeatedly, but slowly.

His hands hold your hips securely, and his eyes are gleaming as he watches you work yourself up and down, mouth open while you concentrate and use his cock like a toy.

Seeing you like this is captivating. The sexual passion you have is strong.

He is in awe at how beautiful your entire being is, and dives into your right breast, beginning to kiss the soft flesh.

It adds more stimulation onto you, fucking up your brain at the pleasure being brought to your sensitive areas.

His tongue coats your erect nipple, leaving his saliva and wetness all over your breast and he then starts hungrily sucking hickeys onto the skin as best as he can, and repeating the same with your other breast. “Fucking hell, you’re gonna ruin me.” he mumbled in between attacking your mounds.

You continue to slide yourself and bounce over him, breath hitching as you do so repeatedly.

Evidently though, you’re starting to feel tired. Unfortunately for you, you don’t have good enough stamina and your thighs are starting to burn from this new position.

You sink back all the way down, beginning to go back to grinding yourself over him at a steady pace. You love the way grinding brings so much stimulation to your swollen clit, and it has you smiling. You moan and let free a couple hushed gasps in satisfaction at the feeling.

Dejun mimics your smile and groans at your neediness and desperation.

It’s turning him on in seeing you attempt to get yourself off right on top of him in full naked view, so filled up with his thick cock— working so hard to fuck yourself over him.

Though, Dejun admits that he did like seeing you bounce up and down his cock, watching his cock split you open.

As much as he loves watching you grinding right now, he thinks it’s time for him to take over.

“Love seeing you like this, pretty. But I think it’s time for me to take over, yeah?”

His hands move over to your ass cheeks, massaging them before his fingers start digging deep into the flesh.

You suddenly gasp when he lifts you up carefully over his cock, starting to slide you up and down over his length.

His hips begin to thrust upwards, fucking you at his own pace and to his own pleasure.

“Ahhh— Dejun!” you practically scream at Dejun’s sudden take over.

Your eyes concentrate on his face, watching the hunger that is deeply visible in his pupils as he follows a rhythm within his thrusts. His nails are deeply dug into your bottom as he uses his strength to lift you up and down. Groans and irregular breaths leave his throat at the feeling of your walls stroking his cock.

You can’t help but start to alternate between tightening and loosening your walls at the feeling of Dejun using his cock to his control. It’s sending him into overdrive, and makes him even hungrier for you two to reach climax. His thick brows tighten together and his chest heaved with every plunge.

“Mhm, you like when I have control— don’t you, baby?” your boyfriend grunts as he raises his hips, making him reach inside of you deeper and come in contact with your cervix.

High pitched moans escape your throat at the feeling, and you tilt yourself forward a bit. Practically gripping onto his chest and shoulders to keep yourself steady, trying not to fall over from how fucked out you are from the pure bliss he’s bringing to your pussy with his cock.

The position you’re in allows a fantastic vantage point for your g-spot. It is then that you feel that tingly tension from your clit and your groin muscles contract.

It’s starting to hurt so good. You can feel your climax coming. Tightness is present from your back down to your legs. Excess saliva builds up in your mouth from the immense pleasure coursing your body and your heart rate picks up.

“Dejun… ba-baby I’m…” tears begin to build up and cloud your vision, just like how the pressure of your boyfriend’s cock is fucking you senseless and fogging your brain from any clear thoughts. You can’t even finish your sentence and barely are able to talk.

Dejun can feel you squeeze his shaft and stares darkly at your face. He sees your fucked-out state and knows his girl is on the verge of milking his cock.

A tear manages to slip out your eye and roll down your cheek, and you whine at how full and overwhelmed you are.

This encourages Dejun to keep up his movements. Adding extra emphasis to each thrust he makes and grunting loudly at his effort and in seeing the way your body is responding to him.

Your stomach muscles clench and breasts jiggle at every movement, leaving him aroused times a million and oversexed by your body. You’re like a moving work of art to him, and he can’t help but feel the blood rushing through his cock at this beautiful, lewd scene.

“Let it out, babygirl. I’m so ready for you.” he growls out, and his words cue you to release, immediately satisfying that itch-pain pleasure that took over your body.

There’s a heat increase within your pussy as you cum. Every inch of you trembles at the feeling of your juices coming out and Dejun’s cock still moving inside you.

Your mouth is wide open in relief and from the electric shock rushing your senses.

“Oh my god—uhhh!” you moan loudly, and your boyfriend’s length begins to twitch not only from your dirty noises that are like heaven to him, but also from how his cock feels like it’s swimming inside your pussy. His shaft is practically drowning and overflowing in your cum, all drenched.

His dick starts to feel sparkly, and he continues to fuck you a bit longer as his own ejaculation is coming.

His entire face contorts, and he deeply groans once he lets go. You can feel his dick swell and grow a bit, and it spasms and pulsates with each and every hot spurt.

Your walls can’t help but squeeze over him as hard as you can while he cums inside of you.

The warmth and pressure of his semen reaches your cervix and fills you up, making it feel like your pussy is getting baked from all the heat stuffed inside of you.

After milking himself dry, he lets his body fall back onto the bed. You allow yourself to drop on top of him, chests colliding.

Both of your heartbeats are still racing from the ‘exercise’ and your legs and thighs shake, coming down from your high and the physical activity.

“You did so well for me. I got you, pretty.” Dejun moves his right hand towards your back to calm you down. His fingers come in contact with sweat glistening your spine, and you cringe at the feeling.

“God, I’m so sweaty. Don’t touch me— i’m gross.” you’re quick to say, trying to shift off Dejun but he keeps you secured over him, refusing to let go.

“We just fucked like animals and you think I care about sweat?” your boyfriend scoffs and lets out a chuckle.

He lifts his free hand towards the nape of his neck, feeling his own sweat that drenched it. He removes his hand quickly after coating his hand, and holds it in the air to show you.

“See? I’m sweaty too. It’s normal, baby.”

Rolling your eyes is the only response you give him. You rest your head against his bare chest, pressing a gentle kiss against his skin.

Your lids close for a moment, his cock still inside you. There’s no motivation in you to leave his arms or move your body. You just wanna be stuck in his embrace forever.

“Wanna go actually watch the movie this time now that you got what you wanted?” Dejun whispers.

You let out a sigh, “Nah, I think it’s time for a nap.” You snuggled your head into his chest, trying to win him over with your cuteness.

In response, he huffs out some air and without warning, brings a hand to smack your ass.

You gasp at the feeling, and hiss at the sensitivity you have from the waist down post-sex. “Dejun!” you scold him.

“Always such a brat. You’re lucky I love you.”

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teasteeper · 1 month

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oppa vs gege vs daddy kink in wayv??🤔🤔

you sent this so long ago babe im sorry </3

kun/xiaojun/yangyang x f!reader, smut, “daddy”, 18+ minors dni

౨ৎ kun

like…..duh…. he can restrain himself well from bringing up the whole daddy thing, not wanting to overstep or bring it up before he knows his girl wants it. so when you’re pushing on his chest with your hands to keep your shaking body upright, meeting his dark gaze with pupils blown wide and tears streaking your cheeks mumbling “da-…. da…” he knows he has you right where he wants you.

his hands are cupping your hips as he drags you back and forth over his thick cock, strained groans on the verge of sobs leaving his chest as your tiny cunt squeezes him, “there she is. tell daddy what’s wrong, baby.” kun’s fingers work over your body to overstim you, pinching and pulling at your nipples, pushing on your tummy until your slick gushes around his length.

making a pretty girl cum on his cock is what he lives for, holding you to his chest as your high wracks your body. you can barely hear his low voice in your ear as you drool into his neck, chanting a broken, whimpered string of “daddy, daddy”

౨ৎ xiaojun

jun’s love language is obsession. he’s crazy for you, and as much as being ignored and teased by a pretty girl turns him on, his end goal is getting you just as crazy for him. he loves the chase, telling himself that one day you’ll need him like he needs you.

his body folds over you, his abdomen flexing and chest heaving with heavy breaths as he delivers deep, hard thrusts to your cunt. he loves the way you struggle against his grip on your wrists, your thighs squeezing around his waist. “s-say it. say it f’me, honey”

“fuck you”

he just flashes that pretty smile down at you, not missing how your mean words die in your throat as his thrusts grow rougher, the force inching your body up the mattress. he squeezes your jaw between his fingers, turning your face towards him and sighing out at your glassy eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips from his forceful kisses. “look at daddy, that’s right. my pretty girl”

౨ৎ yangyang

honestly, he likes whatever you like, because he’s in love with you. he knows it’s futile, drooling over someone else’s girlfriend - kun’s girlfriend no less - but with the way you look at kun, he can’t help but imagine you looking at him like that.

and when yangyang fists his cock to the sound of your moans on the other side of his bedroom wall, squeezing his eyes shut as he prays for kun to shut the fuck up, the best he can do is pretend your moans are for him.

his eyes snap open when he hears it, his body going rigid as his cock sits hard and heavy in his hand. but there’s no mistaking your fucked out whines, “please daddy, please”. yangyang’s hips buck, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and nearly drawing blood as he chokes back a sob. your broken mewls don’t stop while he fucks his fist through his high, abs tensing as he paints his chest with his own cum.

from then on it’s all he thinks about, unable to look you in the eye when you’re around, blood rushing to his needy cock when you’re so much as in the same room.

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noramoons · 9 months

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renounced | x.dj

summary: your life as the eldest child in the royal family is simple: follow everything you’ve been told, without complaint. the game is easy—until you meet xiao dejun, who shows you that you may not have to play their game at all.

pairing: prince!xiaojun x gender neutral!royal reader

genre: angst with a happy ending (?)

wc: 4k

rating: T/15+

warnings: unspecified time period, historical inaccuracies, brief mention of religious analogies, implied suggestive content, language, not proofread (😧)

a/n: happy xiaojun day! :D (me, finishing a fic on time?? 🤯🤯) hope u enjoy this little one-shot. i’m sure there are MAJOR historical inaccuracies for the politics depictions in this - feel free to leave any feedback or concrit you might have!

This is the last time.

It's like a mantra. You repeat it to yourself, over and over, starting the sentence over with every other stairstep you reach.

This is the last time. It has to be.

Of course, you said that the last time, too.

Prince Dejun has been a fixture in your life for nearly as long as you can remember. And for a long time—you hated remembering.

His family's kingdom had brought yours to the brink of annihilation in war—a long, terrible, stupid war that your nation had been comically unprepared for. The Xiao family had industrialized their military years before your father's generals even began to think about the idea, studying and honing in their technological advances to the point that when they finally brought their army to your doorstep, your father had no choice but to kneel. Can it really be called war if the other side never even stands a chance?

You had hated Xiao Dejun, then. Hated the very idea of him and his entire family. Hated that they had been so generous as to allow your family to stay in their palace for a month while yours was being rebuilt, him and his brothers running through the halls with gleeful abandon while you and your younger siblings had to restrain yourselves at all times. You always had to be poised and patient, silent unless spoken to—the perfect guests for who you saw as little more than your captors.

It was several years later before your father's advisors began whispering again, hushed murmurs that gradually tumbled their way down to your eavesdropping ears—not of war this time, but of the future. Of building future alliances with the very nation that had nearly decimated your home.

And you, as the eldest child, were the perfect sacrificial lamb.

You had felt just as much, too, the night of your first outing with the prince. You would be supervised, of course, but you still found yourself unable to shake the feeling as the servants dressed you quietly, whispering to each other when they thought you couldn't hear. Like they were preparing a stuffed pig for a feast.

You'd dreaded every step down the main stairwell of your newly rebuilt home, clinging to the marble railing that you were sure was just as cold and unforgiving as the prince waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs (Completely unlike the way you are currently racing up a flight of stairs, heart growing lighter with each step).

You had been surprised, then, when Dejun had taken your gloved hand in his—it turned out he was warm flesh and blood, after all.

He'd engaged in perfectly polite, yet expected small talk all throughout the main entryway and into the gate outside. It wasn't until you reached that first step outside, the furthest you'd been away from home in months, that he had squeezed your hand and dropped his voice into an octave that sounded much more familiar to the Dejun you had seen briefly in his home.

"Do you trust me?"

You were taken aback by the question—but you certainly weren't a liar. "No."

He'd laughed at that—a light, airy sound escaping past his lips that you thought had no right to come from a devil. "I thought as much. I would've been surprised if you'd said so." Something glinted in his eyes. "Can you give me a chance to change your mind?"

What on Earth was he talking about? The two of you were only supposed to wander the gardens until dusk—that was what your governess had said. "Why would I do that?"

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth—you thought, for an absentminded moment, how seemingly perfect his teeth were. What a strange thing to notice. "Because it'll get us away from the eyes of your governess."

Your own eyes widened. "What are you talking about? I—" I hadn't even noticed she was out here, you'd wanted to say. You had spun around, looking intently for somewhere she must have been hiding—she couldn't have been that inconspicuous if Dejun had noticed her already.

He'd squeezed your hand again, warm fingers still intertwined with yours. "I spoke with the stablehand before coming to call on you. He said he would leave a horse tied just outside the gates." He paused. "It's up to you, of course. Your Highness." He dropped your hand only to cross it across his chest in a mock serene bow, and you had bit onto your own tongue, hard, to keep a laugh from escaping you at the sight.

You had tried to weigh the consequences in your mind, but the thought of freedom was just as alluring as it always had been under the watchful eye of seemingly everyone else in the palace you'd grown up with. Even if it came with a price of momentary companionship with Xiao Dejun.

"We..." you had started. "We have to be back by sunset. No later."

He had grinned and taken your hand, running with you close behind, helping you mount the horse when you did, in fact, find one tied just outside the palace gates—and giving you the first taste, if only for an hour, of what real freedom might feel like.

You were chased down by your governess and a slightly bruised stablehand before the sun had even begun to set, but you and Dejun had talked, lying on your backs in an empty field miles away from the palace, for what felt like hours. It was then that you learned he cared practically nothing for politics, that he had no plans to be king the way his father had ruled. You discovered, through a series of conversations, that he wanted so much more for his life—to not be tied to something he hadn't chosen for himself. You'd never forget for the rest of your life how his eyes shone that evening, how they sparkled as he listened to you, and how he talked about the life he wanted with such excitement. He wanted to learn how to walk across a trapeze, or become a traveling musician, to sail across the world with a band of pirates—he wanted to at least have options. To be able to choose something for himself, something that was only his.

That glass facade you had built in your head of him shattered. He was so, so much like you, in every way you had never imagined.

Your governess gave you an earful when you were dragged back to the palace that night, but you could barely find it in yourself to care. Dejun had planted a dangerous seed in your brain—the idea of getting to choose.

While your father wasn't entirely pleased with the events of your first outing with Prince Dejun, his advisors still believed it would be a beneficial match for the future of the kingdom—so you were allowed to continue your courtship with the prince.

With every meeting, you found your affection for the worldview he had given you growing. You were allowed to let yourself want for the first time. You wanted the ability to choose what you did with your life. You wanted to see what the rest of the world looked like outside of your room in the palace.

You wanted Dejun. And he wanted you, too.

But perhaps that grasp of freedom was something you didn't deserve. After all—at the end of the day, there wasn't truly any aspect of your life's path that you chose yourself. Even the idea of freedom was ludicrous. Everything was preordained for your life by the same gods (who you had been told since birth) that had put your father on the throne—to say or do otherwise was simply unthinkable. Heresy. A refusal of everything you had been put on this planet to do.

It had clearly been too long since you had any reminders of that fact—and so your father's advisors, moods changing like the tides of the ocean, provided you with one.

Your kingdom and the Xiaos found themselves in a trade standoff—the Xiao kingdom had the grain your kingdom so desperately needed after his soldiers had burned your farmlands down to the soil, but your father's advisors refused to pay what the Xiaos were demanding. They could get grain and cattle at a much lower price from the Qian kingdom to the south—not nearly as militarily advanced as the Xiaos, but a longtime ally of your father's, and a royal family with a son your age.

One too many insults were exchanged between families over tense negotiations—and so your courtship with Dejun was called off. Replaced with a hurried engagement to the prince of the Qian family, a man you'd never met.

And yet—you couldn't burn the roots of what Dejun had planted in you. Now more than ever, you wanted that freedom Dejun had promised you. You wanted the ability to lash out about this choice made for you, to scream at your uncaring father who only saw you as a political pawn to be used for the betterment of the nation.

But what could you do? You had been raised in a calculating way—everything you did was politics. Every choice you made was a stepping stone for your future—and not just yours. The future of your family, your lineage, your nation rested on your shoulders as the next in line for the throne. Who were you to just cast that aside? Run away with nothing but the hope Dejun would follow you? Would he follow you?

There was still a positive outcome, albeit a small one—you learned that while your relationship with Dejun had been broken for you, your kingdom's alliance with the Xiao family was not entirely lost. It was damaged enough to not want your families permanently intertwined, but not enough to go to war again—or more importantly to your circumstance, not damaged enough that their invitations to your family's yearly galas with the surrounding kingdoms had been rescinded.

A full year passed by the time your family hosted another gala, and it took all the self restraint you had mustered within you to not rush across the ballroom and hold him impossibly close to you when you finally, finally locked your gaze onto Dejun again for the first time in a year. You saw the way his eyes lit up when he saw you from the top of the staircase—the same way you had seen them shine all those years ago, when he had first introduced that damned idea of freedom into your stupidly impressionable mind. You wondered if anyone else in the ballroom could hear how loud your heart was pounding.

It took almost the entire evening, dancing with several other princes and high-ranking officials (the ones your advisors had informed you to charm for potential future alliances) before you were finally able to drag Dejun out of the ballroom, unnoticed, and into a nearby corridor.

You stared at each other for a moment. Then two.

Dejun whispered your name, as if saying it too loud would shatter the moment you've given him.

"I've missed you," you said. Ever the careful, political one—you'd ached with how much your mind and soul had missed Dejun, but you couldn't tell him that. What if he didn't feel the same? What if he didn't want to be seen with you, now that you were engaged to someone else? What if—

He leaned across, cupping your cheek in one hand and pressing his lips to yours in one singular, fluid motion.

Once again—Dejun had presented you with an opportunity you hadn't even thought of yourself. You had seen a door at the end of a hallway and thought it to be the only exit—and Dejun had shown you how to escape through a window.

The next two years of galas were the same—on one night a year, you'd entertain guests for hours, dancing until your feet were sore and mind swirling as you tried to remember everyone's name and affiliation and rank. None of it mattered once everyone retired to their guest suites, preparing for a long day of travel tomorrow, and you were free to slip away and spend the long hours of the night, unnoticed, with Dejun.

Each time, you heard a rock at your window as you were preparing for bed, and each time, you knew what it meant. You'd look outside to see a shining pair of eyes in the darkness, holding a single candle and beckoning you to follow. You'd end the evening as far away from the palace as you could get, tangled in Dejun's limbs underneath the moonlight, the two of you only pulling your cloaks back on and hurrying back in giggles when the first rays of morning sunlight were beginning to rise.

It's what you're doing now—heart racing as you ascend the final stair and make your way to the balcony before you. But this time will be different, you know. It has to be.

You're getting married next month to Prince Kun. You should have cut this tryst off before it even began—you know it will only continue to cause you and Dejun both heartache and suffering. And from what you hear, his own father's advisors have been hard at work finding an engagement for Dejun. It won't be long before you're both encumbered with marital duties.

All of this is at the tip of your tongue to tell him—and then he turns around from the balcony railing.

The moon frames his dark hair like a halo, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he sees you walking towards him—and oh, gods, how could you ever tell him anything of the sort? When he's running a soft hand through your hair and he's pulling your lips to his, when you're closing your eyes against him and letting him glide a hand down to the small of your back and press his chest to yours—when you're tasting freedom on his lips, how could you ever take that away?

But the thought still haunts you when you're lying on your back beside him, miles away from the palace and watching the stars glitter in the sky above you. You know why neither of you have discussed the fact that you're engaged to Kun, that you'll be living in a palace in an entirely different kingdom after next month. Admitting that you need to have a discussion, after all, feels like admitting that this has to end.

Dejun stirs beside you—you had thought he was asleep. You turn on your side to look at him.

He smiles when he sees your face, and you can't fight a smile from tugging at your own lips. How can you give this up? "This is it," he says, suddenly, and you feel your stomach lurch—of course he'd be the one to acknowledge this. "Isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" you say, quietly—but the quiver in your voice betrays that you know his meaning all too well.

Dejun reaches across and intertwines his fingers with yours, bringing your connected hands up to his lips as he kisses each fingertip. "Did you want to never discuss it? To lie with me here, and then never see me again?"

You frown. "Of course not. But I don't exactly know how—"

"Run away with me," he says suddenly. "They'll never find us. We can go to the ends of the earth."

You laugh at how abrupt he is. "They'd find us, Dejun. Your father owns the greatest military in the world, and my father has spies on every inch of this continent. We'd never make it across either border."

He's insistent. "We have to try. I told you, all those years ago, that I want to be able to choose something for my life, something that's only mine. It's you, Y/N. I don't care where we are or what we're doing—I can't stand to be apart from you anymore."

His words strike your heart like daggers, but you still shake your head slowly—grabbing the hilt and driving the daggers in further yourself. "It's too late. Don't you see? It's not just my family that's depending on my choices now—the Qians are too. I can't turn my back on this anymore by just running away."

"And who decides that?" He shoots back. "None of this has been up to you. Don't you think you deserve a chance to choose a life for yourself?"

You don't know why it's never occurred to you before. It's a fantasy—all of this. Ever since the moment your courtship with Dejun was called off years ago, you've been in a child's delusion. The real world calls now, with all of its accompanying rules and responsibilities—you have no place allowing yourself to stay in this illusion anymore. There has to be another universe, a different life where the two of you were smart enough to never do anything this stupid, but it isn't this one. There's no substance to you and Dejun. "And in that life, I would do what? Continue to be a once-a-year tryst to you? Do you..." You take a sharp breath. "Do you love me, Dejun?"

He looks like you've stung him with your words—maybe you have. "You know how I feel about you, Y/N, I—"

"Can you say it?" Part of you is screaming internally for giving him an ultimatum like this, for probably ripping away the only respite you've ever had from your life in a cage—but you know that if you don't do it, it'll be done for you. Just like everything else.

"I..." he trails off, and you find yourself utterly afraid for what he might have said—because it might have convinced you.

And then he inhales again. Clenches his jaw. "Goodnight, Y/N."

Your heart sinks, but you swallow down the self-induced disappointment. "Goodnight, Dejun."

You don't think either of you sleep much that night. You watch the sun rise on the horizon hours later—beautiful, cheerful shades of pinks and oranges that are a perfect contrast to the knots of worry you can feel brewing in your stomach.

As you and Dejun hurry back (in silence) to the south side of the palace, you begin to slow at the gate behind the gardens. In the past, you've always stopped here to say your goodbyes before heading back into the palace on your own separate ways, as to not arouse suspicion.

Dejun never stops. He never even begins to slow down his walking pace. Instead, you watch him walk past you, through the gardens and into the side door into the scullery—and now you really can't shake this feeling that you've made a massive, unchangeable mistake.

You remember how much you once hated him—how to even hear the name Xiao Dejun made your stomach twist. Now, you think, you'd give anything to hear his name announced in the same room as you. And it may never happen again.

The month that follows your engagement with Qian Kun goes by in a blur. The wedding preparations, the attire, the food for the guests—it's all chosen for you, anyway, so why should you care? You silently mourn the loss of all things good and routine in your life that you'd come to cherish before—including Dejun.

The wedding itself is a different experience—mostly because you don't feel like you're even really there. Everything is just as you had rehearsed the day before; your father walks you down the aisle in full royal regalia. You stand beside Kun and recite your perfectly memorized vows. You touch your lips to his.

It’s a game, all of it—and you’ve been told every move to play.

You don't eat much at the reception, and your new husband seems to notice. He asks if you're not feeling well, if you need to leave early—and as much as you know you need to stay to keep up appearances, to maintain the alliances your father's advisors have so carefully crafted for you with this marriage—you can't help but nod yes.

Kun is too kind for his own good, you think. He briefly shows you around the royal wing of your new home, where you'll presumably be staying for the rest of your life, before opening the door to the bedroom at the end of the corridor. You expect him to follow you inside, so you're surprised when he moves to open the door again to leave.

He turns around, a small smile of understanding on his mouth. "I'll see you in the morning, Your Highness. When you're feeling better." He hesitates for only a brief moment before adding, "You don't have to keep up appearances around me. I hope you know that."

You don't know that, in all honesty—but you smile and nod gratefully anyway.

You let yourself sit in the silence of your room for a long while, comfortable with it in contrast to the loud reception you can still hear ongoing downstairs. You think about calling for help on undressing out of your royal wedding attire, but the thought of being alone is still far more appealing, even if it takes you an hour to get out of all these layers.

You've only undone two buttons when you hear a thump on the floor, right below the open window. It's a rock, you realize in disbelief as you bend down to take a closer look. You hold it under the candlelight, and you finally recognize the familiar scrawled ink across the surface.

I love you.

You lean over the window, heart pounding so loud you can hear it rushing in your ears—and you see him. He hasn't even dismounted from the horse he must have ridden to the castle on, one hand still clutching the reins, other hand waving in the air to catch your attention.

Dejun's face lights up when he sees you, and you suddenly feel that same lightness in your chest the instant you see it. Like you'd never even left his side.

You grab the candle on your nightstand and bring it by the window to see him better, and it's then that you begin to hear what he's been saying—not yelling, thankfully, to ensure any wedding goers won't hear. But you don't even think you'd mind now, as you lean further out of the window and finally hear it from his own lips.

I love you.

You think about what he said only a month ago, an echo of the things he'd said to you when you were younger. That you deserve to choose.

You think that while there is a lifetime where you were smart enough to never do anything this stupid, there must also be another where you are brave enough to run away—to be in love, to choose with your own mind to leave behind everything you've known for each other. For something that you both know would last.

Maybe there's a part of you that thinks that lifetime can be this one—that they're one and the same. That some part of you still longs to be that foolish, and that brave.

You cup your hands around your mouth and call down to him—your answer to tonight's unspoken question.

I love you too.

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saturnznct · 2 years

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telling him you’re pregnant again | xdj

➸ request from anon; hi! could i request a dad! xiaojun :) and the prompt/scenario is up to you!! thank you in advance!

➸ word count; 1752 words

➸ liena; aged 4, kuaiha; in the womb lol

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Xiao Liena was yours and Xiaojun’s pride and joy.

Even before you got married, Xiaojun longed for children of his own after his brother had his own children. You saw the way he played with his nieces and nephews, the look in his eyes when they did something cute or called him uncle. You could tell he was imagining your own children playing games with him and calling him ‘daddy’ instead of ‘Uncle Xiaojun.’

You’d had the conversation a couple of times. You both wanted two, and Xiaojun wanted to wait until you were married. So, a few years later you became engaged and eventually married for two years, then your daughter Liena was born.

He thought it wouldn’t be that difficult, he had coped relatively well when she was at nursery for three to four hours at a time, but now, when that time had doubled, he found it so lonely. The house was quiet, no giggling or padding of little feet. He began picturing his days being filled with another tiny baby in his arms, maybe a son this time- no, another daughter would also be perfect- a sibling for Liena to play with, as well as another incredible gift for you and him.

You weren’t totally surprised when he brought it up, after all you had both agreed on two, and Liena was at a good age.

‘Oh Jun,’ you nearly burst into tears when he asks, ‘of course I want to have another baby with you.’

And he just grins, practically tackling you onto the bed.

You stop using any birth control, but don’t put any pressure on each other.

‘If a baby happens, it happens,’ he mumbles into your shoulder after one particularly late night together, ‘just like we said last time.’

And that leads you to now, three months later, staring down at a positive test.

You feel such a strange mix of emotions. You were thrilled of course, this is exactly what you wanted, but at the same time, you felt the violent butterflies erupt in your stomach. The nausea probably doesn’t help.

’Two children,’ you mumble to yourself, the realisation that you would now be responsible for two human lives now dawning on you.

‘Mummy/mommy?’ You hear Liena call from the other room.

‘Just a moment sweetheart,’ you shout back, putting the test in a drawer.

‘Mummy/mommy,’ Liena chirps as you come out of the bathroom, ‘what’s for dinner?’

‘What would you like for dinner?’

‘Hmm,’ she thinks for a moment, ‘jjajangmyeon?’

‘Feeling like Korean food today?’ You smile. It’s always made you happy whenever Liena embraces Korea. While she was born in Korea and has never properly lived in China, you and Xiaojun wanted her to be in touch with both cultures, by speaking to her in both languages as well as serving her food from both places.

‘Moonbyeol was talking about it,’ Liena says, referring to Jeno’s daughter who was in her class at school.

She’s quiet for a few moments, before perking up, ‘mummy/mommy, you know Moonbyeol’s getting a little brother, right?’

‘Yeah, I do know sweetheart,’ you smile, ‘it’s exciting isn’t it?’

You hope she says yes, hoping she has an optimistic view of siblings and pregnancy.

‘Yeah! She says the baby is in her mummy’s/mommy’s tummy.’

‘Yeah she’s right Li,’ you start gathering the ingredients for the Jjajangmyeon, ‘how would you feel if I had a baby?’

Liena tilts her head, ‘would I be able to play with the baby?’

‘You’ll have to wait until they grow up a little bit first,’ you explain, ’they’ll be small for a while. Like Jinghua is now!’

‘Jinghua cries,’ Liena recounts the few occasions in which she’d met Renjun’s new daughter.

‘It’s because Jinghua’s just a baby, she can’t say what she wants,’ you explain, ‘if mummy/mommy had a baby, that baby will cry too. But they will grow up into a big boy or girl just like you, and they won’t cry as much and they will want to play with you, and eat food with you and be your best friend!’

‘How would you get a baby?’

Oh great, the question you’d been dreading.

‘Well, um, daddy would have to agree first.. and then the baby would grow inside my tummy here,’ you point to your lower stomach.

‘And then they would be my brother or sister?’

‘Exactly sweetheart,’ you’re still trying to read her expression, ‘would you want that?’

‘Yeah,’ Liena nods, ’it’d be cool to have a brother or sister, like Maddie and Moonbyeol do.’

‘What if mummy/mommy told you there was a baby in her tummy right now?’

Liena perks up, eyes widening, ‘really?’

‘Yeah, Li,’ you feel a big sense of relief at her reaction.

‘Can I see?’

‘Not yet,’ you shake your head, ‘they’ll only be the size of a little tiny dot right now. But over the next few months they’ll get bigger and bigger.’

‘How long?’

‘A few months… but you can help mummy/mommy with so much! Because the baby will need toys and a new bedroom.’

Liena gasps, ‘toys!’

‘Yeah, I knew that would grab your attention… Sweetheart, do you wanna help me tell your daddy about the baby?’

Liena gets excited again, ‘yeah!’

‘Okay sweetheart, when daddy gets home, here’s what we’re going to do…’

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‘I’m home,’ Xiaojun calls, face and mood instantly brightening when his daughter comes running towards him.

‘Daddy!’

‘Hi angel!’

Liena runs into his arms, and Xiaojun lifts her in the air, spinning her around in circles while she shrieks.

You trail behind, ‘ah, too much excitement for this close to bedtime!’

Xiaojun smiles sheepishly, holding Liena on his hip, ‘sorry mama.’

You quickly peck his lips, ‘have a good day?’

‘Yeah, tiring though,’ Xiaojun sets Liena down, peeling his bag off his shoulder and kicking his shoes off, ‘you?’

‘Pretty interesting,’ you press your lips together, nodding, ignoring the confused look on his face.

‘Daddy,’ Liena tugs on the sleeve of his hoodie to get his attention, ‘can you read me a book to go to bed?’

‘Yeah of course,’ Xiaojun grabs her little hand, leading her over to her room.

‘Did you have a nice day at school?’ He asks her as she picks a book to read. You stand in the doorway, watching the scene.

‘I had a good day,’ she says, ‘mummy/mommy made Jjajangmyeon.’

‘Really!’ Xiaojun acts excited, ‘was it yummy?’

‘Yeah!’ Liena grins, ‘delicious.’

’Thanks sweetheart,’ you cross the room to come and sit down beside Xiaojun on her bed.

‘Mummy/mommy told me something too,’ Liena begins, turning her attention to Xiaojun.

‘And what is that?’

‘Mummy/mommy has a baby in her tummy.’

Xiaojun turns to you, completely wide-eyed.

‘Wait, do you really?’ He practically whispers.

You nod, tears sprinting into your eyes.

‘Oh my God,’ he laughs, tears of his own coming through, ‘you’re pregnant.’

Xiaojun gently pulls you towards him, enveloping you in a warm hug, ’this is amazing.. I mean, how long have you known?’

’Since this morning.’

‘I can’t believe- Liena! You’re going to be a big sister!’

You and Xiaojun open your arms, inviting Liena into your cuddle.

‘I love you both. So much,’ Xiaojun kisses both of your foreheads.

‘We love you too,’ you take his hand, resting it on your stomach, ‘all of us do.’

The three of you sit there for a few minutes, just cuddling and soaking in the moment.

Xiaojun catches sight of the time on Liena’s clock.

‘I think it’s time for you to go to sleep,’ Xiaojun pulls away from your hug, much to the disappointment of Liena.

‘No,’ she whines, but is quickly interrupted by a big yawn.

‘Hm, I think it is,’ he laughs, leaning over her and pressing a kiss on her forehead, ‘goodnight baby.’

‘Goodnight daddy,’ Liena clutches her little brown teddy bear that Kun bought for her when she was born.

‘Goodnight Li,’ you kiss her, ‘love you.’

‘I love you too mummy/mommy.’

’Na-night,’ you both leave the room, flicking her little lamp off and quietly pulling the door closed.

Xiaojun waits until you’re out of Liena’s earshot before he practically attacks you in a hug.

‘Hi,’ you giggle, laughing increasing when he starts littering your cheeks with kisses.

‘I can’t believe you surprised me like that,’ he splutters, ‘I really wasn’t expecting it..’

‘Liena is so excited,’ you begin lightly scratching his head in the way you know he likes, the way that relaxes him, ‘although she did ask me how the baby got there.’

‘Worst question to be asked.’

’I tried to get her to warm up to the idea,’ you say, ‘she seemed to like it. She’s excited for a friend I think.’

‘Good… I’m so happy, I can’t believe we’re going to have another little one in the house… How did you know you were pregnant?’

‘My period was quite late, and I felt a bit dizzy this morning. I mean, it wasn’t too intense, but I thought what if, you know? And all the tests I did, really strong positives.’

Xiaojun’s smile goes impossibly wider, ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

’Now, you’re going to sit in the big comfy armchair with the footrest while we watch TV, and then I’ll make you ginger tea because I know that helped with your nausea with Liena and-‘

You watch fondly as he darts around, gathering cushions and blankets for you, and you know that you’re in the best hands possible.

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 28

Pygophilia: the sexual attraction to a human's buttocks.

Pairing: Xiao Dejun | Xiaojun x reader

AU/Genre: smut, established relationship, bottom!dejun (?)

Word Count: 1440 words

Warnings: oral and rimming (m receiving), fingering (m receiving), spit as lube, praise, prostate massage?, cumming untouched?

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @ker00 @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

You've known Dejun for quite some time now, he's been in your friend group since forever, and now you've been dating for almost a year. The relationship goes pretty well, there's nothing much to complain about besides the usual stuff, like him taking his socks off first thing when he comes home and leaving them there. But you don't actually care about that. The whole relationship is pretty conventional.

What you'd not consider conventional is your almost obsessive attraction to one part of his body. There is just something about his ass that sets a fire inside of you. It doesn't even need to be in a sexual way, you just need to touch it. Anywhere, anytime.

Dejun's not bothered by your obsession with his butt, though he finds it kind of funny. You don't think it's funny. You just wish there'd be something that could scratch that itch when it comes to touching his bottom. Of course, it's amazing, it's plush and beautiful every time you get your hands on him, squeezing the flesh between your fingers. It's so satisfying, but I can't ever still your entire thirst.

One time, you're laying in bed together, one thing led to another, and after a heavy make-out session, you find your place in between his spread thighs, licking stripes along and stroking his cock. Dejun whimpers, bucking his hips to gain more friction that you don't give him. Instead, you completely let go of his cock and lick around his balls instead. You know he's sensitive there, and you just love the high-pitched whines that erupt from his throat.

Your hands wander over the expanse of his strong thighs that are so soft to the touch, stroking him up and down while circling your tongue around his balls. Pulling him closer to you, you lift his legs so they're angled, and you suddenly realize that this gives you the perfect opportunity to fondle his ass.

Dejun laughs weakly at this, but then you move your tongue a little too low, licking a fat stripe over his perineum. Dejun's chuckle dies in his throat, immediately replaced with a throaty whine. Of course, your eyebrows perk up at this, immediately creating eye contact with the due to lust lidded eyes of your boyfriend. He doesn't make any attempt to stop you, so you do it again. And again. And again. And every time, he reacts just the same, as if it's the best feeling in the world.

Testing the waters, you move even lower, then decide to lick over his hole. At this, Dejun suddenly sits up, eyes wide as he looks at you still between his thighs, and he's panting heavily.

"Bad?"

"No. Really, really fucking good," he breathes out, and you press your hand to his chest to push him back onto his back to go back to business.

After some time of you testing everything out, getting his asshole all wet and him all needy and whiney, you wonder if he'd let you go a little further. Carefully, without removing your tongue, you circle your finger around his rim. Too lost in pleasure, Dejun doesn't even open his eyes, but continues to bless your ears with his gentle noises of lust.

You circle your finger around his hole until you're satisfied, then gently push against the ring muscle. It slips in easily, and you're glad you cut your nails just the other night, and Dejun groans so heavenly at the feeling of being filled that you believe you've wetted through your panties and onto the sheets with how hot he looks, sounds and feels.

"Feel good, yeah?" Your voice is gentle, you feel like if you speak too loudly or harshly, you'd scare him away and he wouldn't let you near his ass ever again. But he groans in response, nodding quickly while biting onto his lower lip. His hips are circling into the mattress, trying to gain 1) some friction on his cock and 2) more friction in his ass.

Carefully, you ease your finger deeper inside, carefully watching Dejun's face for any traces of hurt or discomfort, but you find none. He seems to be as much into this as you are.

"Baby," you whisper, delivering another kiss to his thigh before you climb up his body, your finger never leaving his hole. "You're doing so well. Would you be so good and turn around for me?"

Hazily, Dejun nods, presses a chaste kiss to your lips while you remove your finger from him. Soon, he presents himself to you, ass in the air in perfect view for you.

"Fucking hell, you're so fucking hot, Junnie," you sigh before diving back in. You don't know what it is exactly, but the scent and taste of him is just so incredibly arousing that you can't seem to stop. His whines and moans only spur you on further to spit on his hole and plunge your finger back in.

With the position he's in now, you can appreciate his ass even more. While one of your hands is busy fingering him, gradually slipping in deeper to force those pretty sounds out of him, your other hand is kneading at his cheeks. Without hesitation, you'd consider this the best moment of your entire life.

"More, deeper," Dejun whines, and it goes straight to your core. Who are you to deny him such a request? Using a little more spit, you push deeper until your whole digit is sat inside him. Dejun pushes his hips back in an attempt to gain even more friction, so you decide to feel his insides up and down a little.

You move your finger around, then decide: why not add another? So you do, spitting on his hole once more before slowly pushing another finger inside. Dejun grabs onto the sheets, his whines now muffled cue to the fact that he's buried his face in the pillows, hips pushing back against your hand.

"So good for me, my pretty boy," you tell him, noticing how his tensed shoulders relax a little at your words, "you're taking my fingers so well. God you look so hot like this, you have such a pretty ass, baby."

"Please," Dejun whimpers, and you understand what he wants. Your second finger is now pushed in to the max as well, allowing you to carefully move them around again. Carefully, you press upwards, massaging his walls from the inside, then flick your wrist a little before turning your hand around completely.

Gently, you press down, and that's when Dejun let's out the loudest moan of the night. You assume you must've found his prostate.

"So sensitive, baby, does it feel that good?"

"Yes," Dejun turns his head to the side, and you notice that he's been drooling. God, what did you do to deserve a boyfriend this hot?

"Want me to keep going?"

"Please."

You do not have to be told twice, fingers teasing around the area before you push down on the same spot again. Dejun flinches, eyes rolling back as a loud moan tumbles out of him. "More, please, keep going."

Of course, you do. After a few more experimental flicks of your wrist, you finally find a rhythm that works for both your wrist and Dejun. He's whimpering, moaning loudly, and rolling his hips deeper into your touch. Your other hand still feels up his ass, but occasionally strokes over his back and thighs in an attempt to calm him. The situation and the new sensation must be overwhelming for him.

"Do you think you can cum like this-"

"Yes, fuck, yes, keep going, ohmygod-"

With a smile, you keep your motion, though increase the pace a little and pushing down a little harder each time. Dejun is incoherently babbling and you swear that you could cum from the sight alone.

Not long after, Dejun's moans have turned much higher pitched, and he's asking you to, whatever you do, just not stop.

"Yes- r-right there, 'm c-" Dejun tenses visibly, back straightening as he groans out deeply, and you can feel him clenching around your fingers as he cums. You stroke him through it, telling him what a good boy he is for you until he calm down.

"I'll be right back," you say, running to the bathroom to wash your hands and get something to clean him up with. Once you return, he's sitting there, on his knees, eyes still hazy.

"Thank you," he says once you're in reach, and he pulls you closer to kiss you, "now let me make you feel good too."

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starlitmark · 2 years

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Pairing: dad!Xiaojun x mom!reader

Genre: fluff

Rating: G

Warnings: mentions of breastfeeding

Word Count: 1.5k

This is entirely @just-come-baek‘s fault (this is also completely unedited)

“Melin, sweetie, are you ready to go home now?” your husband asks your three-year-old.

Your daughter pouts up at her dad still looking at all the stuffed animals in the aquarium gift shop. Dejun giggles at her before lifting her up into his arms. She keeps her grumpy pout for a little bit before he starts peppering her face with small kisses. You just watch the scene from a distance with your infant in his stroller.

It wasn’t always easy finding things to do that could occupy both an infant and a three-year-old but the aquarium was the perfect thing. Your son was at the stage of infancy when he loves to look at bright colors and shiny objects, and your daughter being ever curious about the world around her, loved looking at the fish.

“Alright,” Dejun sighs softly, Melin on his hip, “let’s go before she decides to buy the whole store.” he whispers to you.

On the way home Melin wouldn’t stop talking about the fish and how much she loved them. Of course, she inevitably falls asleep halfway through the car ride home leaving you and Dejun to be the only two still awake. For a while you drive in silence, it’s comfortable though, quiet moments are rather rare with your two young children. At some point, Dejun’s one hand moves off of the wheel and falls onto your leg. He draws gentle shapes on your skin without words spoken between you two. He knows you’re tired, you have every right to be, and your son still requires a lot of attention. Your daughter does too but it’s on a lower level than your son. She’s able to be more independent now but still is very dependent on you and your husband.

“Do you want me to take care of them when we get home?” he offers, “You look like you could really use a nap.” he emphasizes his intentions by rubbing your leg again.

“Even if I was able to take a nap you know both of them would be wanting me the moment I laid down.” you laugh airily.

“I know but I figured I’d offer.” he smiles, still keeping his eyes on the road.

The moment you get home the kids both start waking up, luckily it’s peaceful though. You’re really surprised when there’s no crazy energy coming out of your toddler for the rest of the evening. She goes down really easily to bed, as does her brother. You know your infant is bound to wake up at some point throughout the night but that’s no surprise, he’s still at the stage of waking up and needing to be fed throughout the night. He will be for a while too, you don’t mind though, it’s part of the stage and you have already gone through it with your daughter.

Eventually, as you start winding down too, you can feel Dejun wrap his arms around you. He presses a soft kiss onto your cheek and you sigh lovingly at the sweet gesture. You’re both so exhausted by the end of the day that you hardly get the chance to spend any time together. Still, you don’t say anything you just gently sway side to side in the kitchen enjoying the quiet of the night.

“Come to bed dear. You’re tired, you need to get some sleep.” he whispers softly.

You nod, “Thank you for taking us to the aquarium today, I was running out of things to do with them during the day. I just couldn’t swing the aquarium without your help.” you respond, voice clearly starting to lace with sleep.

“Of course. Why don’t we go lay down and we can keep talking as long as you want. You’ll probably end up falling asleep in the middle of a conversation though.” he teases.

You lightly hit his forearm that was wrapped around you, your actions had no malice to them though. Dejun kisses your cheek again lightly before you both start walking toward your room.

You don’t realize how exhausted you are until you collapse onto your bed. Dejun giggles lightly at you before climbing under the blankets on his side of the bed. His arms immediately pull you close to him and he kisses the top of your head. You sigh happily feeling safe in his arms.

“Dear,” he gently calls, you hum in return, “I was thinking.”

“That’s dangerous.” you tease lightly.

“I know,” he chuckles back, “Melin loved the aquarium so much, why don’t we get her a little fish tank. We can put it on top of that cabinet set in the living room. That way she can watch them and we know she’s not trying to pick them out of the tank in her room.”

“If you want,” you respond, voice laced with sleep, “you’ll be the one to take care of them mostly. I’ll be mostly occupied with Kai.”

“I know, I don’t mind. I just know it’ll make her happy.” he muses, “Maybe I’ll go out tomorrow while she’s napping.”

You’re hardly awake to reply to his comment, he knows you aren’t fully awake too. Mumbling a good night you tuck your face closer into his neck. He hums back a goodnight before succumbing to sleep himself.

~~~~~

When you wake up the next morning the first thing you notice is that your husband is not in bed. The second thing is that you don’t have a toddler climbing on you or an infant crying. Instantly you think something’s wrong, your kids are never this quiet by this point of the morning. Rolling out of bed you don’t even bother fixing your hair or getting dressed yet, there’s no point when you still have to feed your son and that requires some level of undressing. When you finally get out to the living room you see Dejun with both your kids in his lap on the couch, your son gently cradled on one side, still unable to sit up on his own, while your daughter happily bounces on his other leg. You don’t know how he manages to get them to be so well behaved first thing in the morning. Normally, Melin is a ball of energy for the first few hours of the day then crashes right after lunch and goes down for a nap.

“Good morning you three.” you smile at them.

“G’morning mommy!” your daughter sing-songs.

“Good morning, love. I was just about to give Kai his second bottle.”

“Don’t bother, I’ll just go feed him real quick, I feel like I’m about to burst but I don’t have the time to pump.” you explain, “Give him here, I need my one-on-one time with my little boy! It wouldn’t hurt for you to get some one-on-one with Melin too. It’s been a little while since that happened.”

When your daughter heard your offer her eyes lit up. She has always been a daddy’s girl and will always be more than happy to spend any free time with him. Of course, she does still love you with all her heart but she definitely seeks out his attention since he’s gone to work while you’re home with them all day.

“Maybe I can take Lin on that special trip I was telling you about last night.” Dejun exaggerates.

“Special trip?!” she enthuses, “More specialer than the aquarium?!”

You giggle at her excitement, “Maybe, I’ll go feed your brother, and maybe daddy can take you out!”

The little girl immediately nods and runs off to her room to find any clothes that she could wear. Dejun shakes his head slightly at her energy.

“She was all calm and now she’s ready to burst with energy.” he chuckles, “I guess I should take her to the pet shop then. We’ll be back in about an hour, let me go make sure she’s actually putting on proper clothes for this weather.”

“Okay, we’ll be here.” you reply.

As if on queue, Kai starts whining and you knew exactly why. He was hungry and he knew you were his food source. Smiling down at him you carry him off to his nursery to feed him. You hear Dejun and Melin moving through the house and eventually call to you that they’re heading out. Just like promised they didn’t take long while they were out, they returned just after you had finished burping Kai and getting him ready for the next part of the day.

“Mommy, mommy!” Melin yells the moment they get home, “I got fishies!”

She runs up to you nearly vibrating with happiness.

“Yeah? Is that where daddy took you?” you ask as if you had no clue.

Dejun smiles putting all the material, and the bag of fish on the counter, “We got some goldfish and a tank and some pretty rocks for the bottom of the tank.” Dejun explains, “Lin, do you want to help me set it up?” he asks, crouched down in front of her.

“Yes yes yes!” she enthuses again, “Can I name them?”

“Of course baby, you can name the fish. They are yours after all!” he smiles, kissing her forehead.

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 2 years

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quite sad that i haven't seen anyone talk about first love or ionic (if they did i'm blind ahjkbdf) BUT 💥 💳 💥💳 💥 💳 FOR THAT ONE AS WELL

There was one that spoke about first love but no one's brought up ionic in the asks yet so let's gO!

First Love:

"Are you... are you really making me sleep on the floor?" You ask. Jaehyun nods, rolling into his bed.

"Sorry, I had practice today, I need this bed, (Y/N). Look, I stacked a bunch of blankets for you."

"Ugh, you suck, I should've just chanced the motel," you muttered, collapsing on the floor anyway.

"No way, are you seriously making (Y/N) sleep on the floor?!" Johnny bellows. "Nah, (Y/N), take my bunk, I've got the floor. Have some tact, man," Johnny shakes his head.

"No, it's fine, I won't be here long anyway," you waved your hand from the floor. Johnny just takes it and pulls you up slowly.

"Don't worry, Mark's like never home at night because of student council and robotics club, you've pretty much got the bunk to yourself," Johnny says.

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude any more than I already have, Mark was nice enough to ask for permission and all-"

"Hey! If we didn't want you here we would've said no. So get on the bunk, I even changed the sheets for you earlier because I had a feeling Jaehyun was gonna be rude about it." Jaehyun snores in response. "Ugh, sleep tight, (Y/N)."

Ionic:

"What are you drawing, Mei?" Kun asks, leaning down to see the picture.

"A picture of me, mama, and papa!" She grins, pointing out each of the characters. Kun turns his head a little to see it. Undoubtedly, the two crude figures with dresses were you and her, but the third one was what made him curious. Brown, she used a brown crayon for his hair, Kun caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. Then, the sound of four knocks and keys sent Mei up to her feet with a jump, running towards the front door.

"Mei! Don't run with socks!" You called out, placing four mugs on the coffee table, being sure to move your daughter's picture before doing so.

"I'm home," Kun knew that voice all too well. But still, he didn't know why he was surprised when he saw his old friend walk in with Mei on his shoulders. "Kun, long time no see," Dejun looks between him and (Y/N).

"The nice man helped me at the hospital," Mei wrapped her small arms around Dejun's head softly. "He has the same name as the guy you and mama whisper about! Oops! I wasn't supposed to say that," she covers her mouth.

#asks #rose 🌱#first love #ionic #wip #jaehyun x reader #kun x reader #dejun x reader #xiaojun x reader #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #wayv x reader

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ilwonuu · 3 months

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☪︎* focus. x.dejun

summary- your boyfriend comes over to help you study. he is very smart and fucking hot which makes him the perfect person to help with your homework. how does he expect you to focus when he looks so good all the time.

warnings- meandom ish! xiaojun, subby reader???, rough sex, choking, creampie, unprotected sex, pinv, smut with no plot kinda, fingering,degrading, pet names-baby,beautiful,good girl, slut (lmk if i missed anything)

authors note- i cant stop thinking about xiaojun. save me on my youth xiaojun save me!!!!

18+ mdni

30 mins. 30 mins of you thinking of xiaojun fucking you. you should be thinking about the homework problems he is trying to get you to solve. knowing that you will not be focusing anytime soon. “junnie? can we take a break?” he shifts looking at you fully. “a break baby you only did one of the questions.” he says in a slight laugh.

“i know but i can’t focus i just need a quick break.” he smirks at you. “and what is causing you not to be able to focus hm?” he pulls you to sit next to him on the bed moving you from your desk chair. “i don’t know i’m just thinking of um other things.” hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions as you smile cutely at him. “other things? wanna tell me what things?” he starts kissing your neck softly. “i just want you.”

he tsks “baby you have me. what did i say about using your words? you being a bad girl isn’t gonna get you what you want. tell me what you want.” he rubs your thigh slightly looking at you with an innocent smile. you hate that fucking smile. you know what he is doing and so does he. he knows you’re needy. “c-can you fuck me?” he nods. “see baby being a good girl can get you what you want quicker.” he pulls your shirt off you taking his own off shortly after. removing his own shorts and pulling yours down.

“you want my fingers or my mouth beautiful?” feeling his fingers rubbing on your clothed clit slowly. “i just need you p-please just touch me! do something!” he smirks at you. “baby you’re being really bad huh? i can fucking stop touching you all together hm? leave you here to finger fuck yourself like the bad girl you are.” you feel him pull his fingers away from your panties. “n-no please! i will be good i swear. fingers i want your fingers please.” he praises you with neck kisses. “my good girl. i will give you what you want. since you asked so nicely.” quickly inserting two fingers inside you.

“f-faster please.” he adds another finger watching you as you get lost on the feeling fucking yourself on his fingers. “usually i would punish you for how bad you’re being but im feeling nice so i’ll let you cum and then fuck you till you can’t fucking speak.” he moves his fingers quicker inside you feeling you clench. pulling you into a messy kiss. “i’m g-gonna cum! please don’t stop please please.” not stopping or changing his movements kissing you again. “yea baby? cum on my fingers baby. you’re being such a good girl begging.” his words going straight to your pussy. coming hard on his fingers while shaking. “look at this pretty mess you made. fuck baby you’re so fucking wet.” he pulls his finger out of you. pulling his boxers down to let his dick out shifting to lay you down so he is now on top of you. “you still want it baby?” you have never nodded quicker. causing him to laugh at you. “you know what you need to do baby. i need to hear words.”

“yes! xiaojun if you do not fuck me right now im gonna cry.” he lines his dick up with you entrance. “you want to be a bad girl again? i’ll fuck you like the slut you are. i bet you’ll love that right beautiful?” he pushes his dick all the way in wrapping his hand around your neck slightly. immediately fucking you deep and hard into the mattress. you can’t even form a sentence if he asked you to. you are fucking dumb and he just started fucking you. “f-fuck you’re so wet.” he doesn’t stop his pace slightly choking you harder. “j-junnie slow down i-im gonna cum.” he smiles at you and rubs your clit with his thrusts. “no no i’m not fucking slowing down. you wanted this right? to be fucked like a slut. fucking take it.”

he holds your waist moving one of your legs up so he is fucking you deeper. “junnie im coming!!.” your legs shaking as you cream on his cock. “f-fuck y/n me too just a little longer. you can take it.” he fucks you harder dick twitching as he cums deep inside you. “fuckk baby you feel so good. i don’t ever want to stop.” he pulls your face up to kiss your face all over. slowly watching as his dick pulls out of you.

“lets get you cleaned up and then you’re going back to your homework. hopefully you’ll be able to focus this time.”

#wayv #wayv smut #nct wayv #xiaojun #xiao dejun #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct smut #nct

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rockstarhaechan · 2 months

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Can we have a little when he realized he loved you but with Yangyang or maybe Xiaojun? Please? 🫣

when he realized he loved you | xiaojun

pairing: bsf!xiaojun x bsf!fem reader

note: finally found time after completing a lot of uni work and writing a whole essay so this is pretty short…. :,)

xiaojun and you had been best friends for a long time, you two went to the same elementary school so you basically known each other for your whole life. when he moved to korea you moved with him cause you couldn’t survive a week without your best friend.

another two years later, you two have gotten even closer. xiaojun basically is like your everything and you’ve gotten a huge crush on him, but he doesn’t know. you could never tell him cause you’re scared of rejection so you kept it to yourself the whole time.

he helped you moving into an apartment closer to him, he also set up all your furniture. kissing your head from time to time, reinsuring you that he’s always there for you. when you called him in the middle of the night and he wasn’t picking up all you could think about was running to his dorm.

running in the pouring rain getting completely soaked but reaching the dorm in a short amount of time, ringing the doorbell aggressively. xiaojun opened the door looking at you from top to bottom quickly pulling you in.

“doll what happened i tried calling you back, it’s 2am” he sounded worried seeing you all wet inside his dorm as he rushed with you into the bathroom. turning on the shower and grabbing a few towels and clothes for you. as you finished getting dressed he was waiting in his room with a blow dryer and a hot chocolate.

“im gonna blow dry your hair and then we’re going back to sleep, can’t get you to get sick” he was softly smiling at you while patting your head carefully. as he dried your hair you felt started to feel sleepy, his comfort is giving you safety and makes you feel like home wherever you’re at.

cuddled up to you, caressing your cheeks as you fell asleep slowly in xiaojun’s arms. he had the time to think and rewind all the years with you, how close the two of you gotten over the time and that he doesn’t want to be your best friend anymore. he wanted to be more.

wanted to be your best friend, your lover, your shoulder to cry on, the person you rely on the most, your boyfriend and maybe your husband later on. xiaojun loved you and he never realized it before until now, even tho you guys had this situation a lot that you fell asleep in his arms or went to his dorm in the middle of the night whenever you couldn’t sleep or had a nightmare.

he was always there for you and he wanted to be there for you even more than he was now.

it was just the moment when he realized he was in love with you.

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teasteeper · 3 months

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rooting for my baby (x.dj)

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pairing: street fighter!dejun x f!reader

genre: angst, smut 18+ minors dni

warnings: blood and injury, drug mentions, slapping, pinv

words: 1.8k

"I hate it when you show up here."

It's quiet in the empty lot, the crowd dispersed and the fighters headed home to take care of their wounds. Except for your fighter, who's looming over you as your back is pressed against the cold metal of his car. It's a hot summer night, Dejun's jet black hair damp with sweat and falling over his pale forehead as he cranes his neck down to you. The neon lights of the city flash over his face, but behind the greens and pinks and yellows there's no mistaking the red. Dark, thick blood drying under his nose and streaked over his hollow cheeks.

He's so pretty. Pale and broken, covered in blood and coming down from the drugs he took before. Your fighter.

"Why can't you just stay away? From here. From me."

Despite his words his half-lidded gaze is soft on you, his bandaged knuckles grazing over your cheek. A drop of blood seeps through the cotton, and he swipes through it with his thumb, the colour blending into your flushed skin.

"I wanna cheer you on... M'always rooting for you." Your voice is quiet but doesn't shake. You're not afraid of telling Dejun exactly what you're feeling, knowing it doesn't matter to him. He always pushes back.

"You shouldn't. Too pretty to be here." It comes out like an afterthought, like he says it more to himself than to you.

He’s quiet on the ride home, but you know he won’t take you home, watching the familiar route to his apartment flash by your window. You both know how this goes- what he needs you for. And he lights a cigarette dangling from his mouth as his other hand grips the wheel. He’s trying to ignore it. How he treats you and how he hates himself for it.

Dejun’s always on top, forcing you into his mattress with hard thrusts. It’s like he’s hungry, broad shoulders hunched over you, deep broken grunts in your ear. The lights are off, but he’s all around you, his silver chain knocking dully against your chin, the ridges of his abdomen brushing against your stomach.

He’s doing what he does best, tensing his muscles and moving fast, short breaths hissing through his teeth like he’s fighting. Forcing his energy onto you, tuning out his thoughts with each brutal thrust.

“De- Dejun… Dejun,” you squeak. Your voice makes him falter, his hips stuttering as he pushes back to look at you. His dilated pupils widen slightly, like he just remembered you’re there. But his expression hardens after a beat. Always remembers how he should act, who he should be.

His thrusts get harder, his thick brows furrowed as a muscle twitches in his jaw. “What? Too much?”

“N-No. More.”

“Fuck,” he huffs. “Always ‘more, more’. You just fuckin’ take it.”

“Mh… I take it. I take it.”

He’s always selfish during this part, when your gaze goes all unfocused and dumb, staring up at him with wide eyes. He takes it in like he can’t get enough- Drowns in it. Drinking more than he can swallow and letting it run down his chin. Makes it hate himself how stupid you get, body going limp under him. Your cunt is soaked, warm slick dripping down his length and making a mess on the sheets under you. Just another stain you’ll leave, along with your sweet perfume and desperate whines that’ll keep him thinking of you after you’ve left. Makes him hate you, how you make yourself impossible to ignore. How you ruin him for anyone else.

“Y’like it rough, don’t you baby? That’s why you like watching me fight.”

“Yes. Wanna root f’you. Always rooting for you.”

Dejun starts to ramble, slurring as the drugs settle in his veins. Not thinking. “Probably like it if I hit you. Is that right?”

The pace of his hips slows, holding his breath and waiting for your expression to change. But it doesn’t, that dazed look staring up at him.

“Unh- Uh huh…”

Oh how he hates you. How you don’t think when he’s with you. How you give it up so willingly, and how he’s always waiting with open arms to take it.

And once again he’s reminded of who he is. Someone you expect to hit you. So he does.

It’s a light smack to your cheek, but you’re so dazed it makes your head loll to the side and he panics, grabbing your jaw between his fingers and turning you to face him.

“More,” you mewl. More. Always more.

He lands another smack on the same cheek with more force, your head turning like it did the first time.

“More.”

And again. Warmth spreads through your cheek and makes you dizzy. It’s like he kissed you.

“More.”

He takes your face in his hands instead, startling you from your daze. His hips still, cock sheathed fully into your cunt making you squirm beneath him.

“Haven’t had enough?” Dejun doesn’t recognize his own voice when it comes out rough and breathless. Scared. “Why haven’t you had enough?”

“Need more of you. Want- Want all of it. Please.”

And Dejun falters, because he knows what all of it is. It’s him. No fighting or trying to be a fuckup or trying to make you hate him. He sighs and presses his thumb to your trembling lips. Wishes he could cover your eyes, all unshed tears and wide pupils and softness.

“Fuck- Don’t look at me like that,” Dejun says softly. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, sighing out at the wetness of your tongue.

“Like… like what?” It comes out muffled around his digit, and you can taste blood as you suckle around it.

“Like you love me.”

Your walls pulse around his cock and he groans, grinding his hips harder into yours. Dejun doesn’t see your hand move from your side, his eyebrows shooting up when he feels two of your fingers on his bottom lip. And he’s so far gone, he lets you put them in his mouth, not yet closing his mouth around them as he inspects you. Instead he pulls his thumb from your mouth, trailing his hand to where your bodies meet, rubbing slow circles over your clit. His hips finally start moving again, fucking you slow.

“Because I d-”

“Don’t,” he warns, voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t say it.”

He watches the bulge in your tummy disappear as he pulls nearly all the way out, seeing your slick glisten on his cock before thrusting forwards.

“I love-”

“Stop.”

His pace quickens, sitting back on his knees so you’re fingers fall from his mouth, spitting onto your clit and adding pressure to his circles. The cord in your tummy tightens, thighs weak and shaky around Dejun’s hips. His chest heaves with laboured breaths and you trail down his abdomen, the bruises on his ribs dark purple, a shock against his pale skin. It looks like it hurts, veins bulging in his forearms.

“I love you.”

His face screws up in concentration, “Shut the fuck up.”

You’re both so close, your heavy breaths and Dejun’s grunts hang in the warm air as he rocks you up the mattress, his balls slapping heavily against your ass. You keep speaking to him as you do, like he doesn’t even hear you. But he does. It’s all he can hear. It’s what he’s always known and what he’s always drowned out with fighting and getting high and fucking you like he hates you.

“I love you.” Your throat is tight, tangling the sheets between your fingers as it washes over you, spasming around Dejun’s cock as he folds over you. “I love you. I love you.”

He hits you again. Another kiss. And then a real kiss. Just as you’re about to say it again.

Dejun’s mouth crashes against yours, swallowing your moans as you both come undone. You whine into him, feeling his thick cum fill you until it leaks out. His lips are bruising, wrestling his tongue into your mouth like he’s trying to make you gag. Until you do, coughing and panting into his mouth and pounding on his chest with your fists. When you try to take a breath in it’s just his wet tongue, his teeth clashing against yours.

And then he pulls away, falling beside you on the bed, letting out a sigh as you gasp for air.

This is where you leave. When Dejun pulls your clothes over your limbs and wipes the drool from the side of your mouth with his thumb. But he just lays there like he’s dazed.

A few silent moments pass, the moonlight shining through his window making Dejun’s bruises more blue than purple. He turns until he’s leaning over you, so close that his hair brushes your forehead. He trails slender fingers down your arm, over your hip and between your thighs until he’s pushing two of them into your sensitive cunt, still full of cum that spills out around his fingers.

He goes to work on your chest, closing his lips around your skin and sucking pink bruises onto your soft flesh. He mumbles against you, “Say it again.”

“Dejun…”

“Say it again, baby. Say it.”

And because he asked, you don’t.

“Baby.” A desperate groan as his teeth sink into the column of your throat.

“I… You- You love me.”

Dejun groans against your jaw, bicep bulging as he curls his fingers into you. “Don’t be a brat.”

“You love me, Dejun.”

His body gets limp above you, fingers pumping lazily as he looks up to you. He looks defeated, so broken by the tint of red on your cheek, his blood, your swollen lips and wide eyes.

“Y-yeah, baby. I do.”

“Say it,” you whimper as you buck your hips up. You’re gushing slick, sticky cum pooling in the palm of his hand like the rest of you. In the palm of his hand.

“Love you… Fuck- Fucking love you.”

You can feel the weight of his cock on your thigh, hard and red and desperate. So you push him. Until he’s on his back, staring up at you in a dark daze. He’s coming down, exhaustion settling in his limbs as the effects of the drugs fade. All that’s left is you on top of him, straddling his lap as you sink your warmth onto his cock. Dejun’s always on top, but everything is changing so fast that he can’t keep up. Your fighter. Holding onto your hips to stay afloat and letting the words fall from his lips.

“I love you. Unh- My pretty baby. L-Love you. So much.”

He’s so fucked out, but he’s real, laying under you with all his bruises and wounds. Jaw going slack and soft gaze staring up at you all dumb and pretty as you ride him. Giving you everything. Letting you take, and take, and take.

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00127am · 4 months

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"you in love with me or something?" "yes, desperately. thank you for noticing,"

@ noisecomplaint ln yn isn't too fond of apartment living, between the occasional roaches and the person who keeps stealing her grocery deliveries. but especially because of her exceptionally loud next door neighbors whom she has decided: she cannot stand. it's not all bad though, certainly not when xiao dejun (the prettiest boy she's ever seen) lives in the building. well, it was a perk. until it's revealed that him and her next door neighbor are one in the same.

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markiefiles · 3 months

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— JEITO BRATZINHA'

fem reader x xiaojun

avisos: smut, leve femdom, reader é mimadinha e super estilosa — igual uma bratz –, masturbação masc, xiaojun pervertido e virgem, ambiente universitário, dubcon se você estreitar os olhos e outras coisinhas que esqueci.

notas: talvez eu não esteja mentalmente bem depois de escrever isso :( KKKKKK queria que fosse euuu! boa leitura! revisei beeem por cima, então qualquer erro perdão.

Com o ar faltando o peito, Xiaojun afastou-se de ti, os lábios dele estavam inchados, sujos do seu gloss de tutti-frutti. Ele gemeu, sentiu suas unhas decoradas com desenhos e cheias de brilho agarrarem a gola da camiseta que usava. Você estava com o joelho contra pélvis dele, puxando pela gravata, expondo o pescoço cheiroso e o beijando, rastro de saliva e gloss.

Você lhe jogou um sorriso, ajeitou a boina em cima da cabeça e se agachou, Dejun pareceu desesperado, claro: sem ar, fios bagunçadinhos, o óculos escorregando de seu nariz, sem saber o que fazer. Você se pôs de joelhos, preocupado soltou um “O que você tá f-fazendo?”, o cinto dele foi desfeito e você pôde ver a ereção marcante de Xiaojun contra a cueca larga.

— N-não… — Xiaojun gemeu, seus olhos brilharam contra a sombra brilhosa e as maçãs do rosto iluminadas. Ele gemeu mais uma vez, gostava do jeito que você se vestia, mini saias, camisetinhas justas, ora sapatos altos com laços grandes, ora botas lindas de plástico brilhante e a maquiagem impecável, delineados lindos, de tirar o fôlego toda vez que cruzavam os olhos.

Xiaojun era esquisitinho, virgem, mas o tutor do curso de criminologia era atraente ao seus olhos, atrapalhado mas muito atraente. Enquanto o ouvia murmurar, você o aconselhou “Me deixe fazer tudo, não toque no meu cabelo! Você não sabe quantas horas passei arrumando ele”, mimada.

Xiaojun respeitou, apoiou-se na enorme mesa do escritório e sentiu sua boca no pau dele. Precavido, tampou os lábios, mordendo as palmas, enquanto sentia sua boca quente contra ele, completamente insana. Os barulhinhos molhados saiam de sua boca, Dejun ondulava levemente os quadris, aéreo.

— P-por— Xiaojun chamou atenção, fez menção a um possível palavrão — S-sua boca é– quente, é quente demais.

Aí, você soltou uma risadinha que vibrou contra a excitação dele, Xiaojun tremelicou, ansioso, excitado, não sabia o que fazer com as mãos, ele não podia te tocar. Você se afastou, usando agora as mãos, Xiaojun gostava desse teu estilo de boneca, unhas lindas, dedos cheios de anéis tocando ele.

Você bateu a extensão dele contra sua língua, se levantou, deu uma risadinha e voltou a beijá-lo, agressiva, massageando as bolas, enquanto Xiaojun gemia, não te tocava mas permitia que você fizesse o que quisesse com ele.

— Você gosta de mim, Dejun? — Você sussurrou e um lapso de sanidade pareceu assustá-lo, você era só uma veterana com excelentes notas – diga-se de passagem –, inteligente, mas Xiaojun não tinha esse pensamento, não e não. — Gosta de como toco seu pau?

Ele não respondia, a língua dele ansiosa limpava o doce do teu gloss, os lábios dele estavam presos contra os dentes, roçando contra sua bochecha, cheirosa.

— Hmmm' — Você murmura — Você gosta… Pervertido.

Xiaojun choraminga.

— Aposto que pensa em mim quando se masturba. — Você provoca.

Você passou a estapear a cabeça do pau dele, podia ver o pênis se revirando, formigando e se movendo, a certeza de que ele gozaria somente sendo torturado ou beijado. Xiaojun sentiu sua língua brincar contra a orelha dele, os dentes raspando contra a cartilagem até chegar contra a mandíbula marcada.

— E-eu… — Ele recupera o ar — J-jamais faria isso pensando num a-aluno.

Você caçoa, beija a pontinha do nariz de Xiaojun e sufoca o pau dele, aperta, sádica o suficiente para machucá-lo, mas ele goza, mancha tuas unhas lindas e mela teus dedos.

— Nojento… — Você respondeu, engoliu a porra que escorreu, coletando com a língua, sem desviar os olhos dos dele.

Ele pareceu confuso, o recente orgasmo deixando sua mente completamente vazia, os óculos grandes estavam levemente embaçados, calor demais.

Você se virou ajeitando as roupas, pegando a mini bolsinha majestosa e patricinha, a saia jeans curtinha mostrando a polpa da sua bunda.

— Sorte sua não ter manchado nadinha da minha roupa.

#xiaojun x reader #xiaojun x you #xiaojun #xiao dejun #nct smut #wayv #wayv smut

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writemekpop · 8 months

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Hips Don't Lie | Xiao Dejun (Xiaojun)

Summary: Your boyfriend Xiaojun catches you staring at his body – and gives you a suitable punishment.

Genre: Boyfriend!Xiaojun, suggestive

Word Count: 0.4k

You were sprawled out on the couch, watching your handsome boyfriend Xiaojun doing push ups in the middle of the living room.

You admired the way his biceps flexed, and his short, sharp pants every time he pushed himself off the floor. The veins in his neck flared with effort. You imagined licking the beads of sweat right off them.

“Damn, you’ve got a really nice body,” you muttered under your breath.

Xiaojun stood up, smirking. Eyes locked with yours, he pulled off his T shirt and chucked it onto the floor.

You caught sight of his lean torso. The smattering of black hair that wound down his abs made you dizzy.

Xiaojun watched as you stared at him.

“Like what you see?” he said, grinning widely.

“Hell yeah.” You licked your lips. “Come here, baby. Give mama a taste.”

Xiaojun scrunched up his face, cheeks warming.

“Stop objectifying me!” he said, covering his face in mock horror.

You stuck out your tongue. “Shh, you love it.”

Although Xiaojun angled his body away from you, he was smiling. But in doing so, he erevealed his muscled back, which only made your mouth water more.

You jumped up off the couch and ran towards your boyfriend.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face you. Then, you wrapped your arms around him and held him tight against your chest.

Xiaojun wriggled in your arms, whining. “Let go, I’m so sweaty!”

You just pulled him closer, whispering, “It’s a good thing I’m thirsty for you.”

Xiaojun laughed, relaxing his body completely against yours. You could feel every muscle pushed up against you. It made your heart pound.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Xiaojun whispered, his low voice sending shockwaves to your core. “I don’t give this to just anybody. Now let’s get naked, get in the shower, and you can show me how much you love this body…”

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mins-fins · 3 months

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all flights are delayed !

"i like to call myself a pretty man connoisseur.."

synopsis: your sad to say it, but you don't have much going on in your life. you have a very time consuming major, just a few friends, barely any time to go out, and spend most of your free time either a: working, or b: sleeping. so for once, when you finally have the friday off, and your dragged off to go watch a football game between a rival school of yours, you really do wish you were anywhere else. somehow though, it turns out to be one of the best things to happen to you, because a charming oreo–haired musical theater major from your rival school just happens to saunter his way into your life, you didn't expect to fall in love in your junior year, but your also not complaining!

pairing: xiao dejun x male!reader

genre: college au, strangers to friends to lovers, musical theater major!xiaojun x health science major!reader, fluff, like the lightest of angst, lowkey fast burn 😖

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, kissing(?), gay people, a little miscommunication, reader having a crisis over oreo xiaojun, probably a lot of repetitive phrases, huang guanheng is EVERYWHERE

word count: 12.8k

notes: OKAAAAAAAY hello! now in the beginning i really did enjoy writing this but after like the fourth scene its all so disgusting and jumbled up but i am also very proud of myself because this is the longest ever fic i have ever written (it is all xiao dejuns fault), actually it is ALL of nct's fault because why do i have a bunch of 8k word fics of so many nct members..😢 anyway if this seems any rushed or makes absolutely no sense at times its because im tired and i worked extra today but it doesn't really matter because constructive criticism is good (i shouldn't even publish this tbh) but there is a first for everything! enjoy!

YOU'VE NEVER BEEN A FOOTBALL FAN. now you know that might be a little of a sour opinion, especially to the men in your family, but it's just never been a sport you enjoy. it is just a little fun to watch, especially when drunk, because the sight of men in tight ass clothes running around a field chasing a ball is possibly one of the funniest things you think your drunk mind has ever seen. which is why now— in the stands, listening to the loud shouts and screams from your schoolmates, and rival scholars, you feel as if your ears have just been popped.

after all the days of working, and doing nothing but schoolwork, you were glad to have the rest of the friday off. there was nothing else you wanted to do but put on an oversized sweater, make a bowl of ramen and rewatch gossip girl for the seventy fifth time already (yes, you keep count), but no— guanheng decided he was going to drag you out of the dorm to watch stupid football game, one about "school spirit" or whatever, you weren't paying attention to him when he decided to go on his ramble, and now he's abandoned you once again! probably off to go talk to one of his 1000 other friends or something.

you almost consider leaving, but then you witness the amount of people you'd have to maneuver through, the amount of excuse me's you'd have to utter, the amount of pushing you'd endure as you tried to make your way through the crowded stands, besides, you can't leave without guanheng, your pretty much the only person responsible for keeping him alive at this point.

so you somehow suck it up and manage to stick around. your ears are practically on fire right now, and you desperately want to take off your shoes because of how they are poking you at the moment. you almost feel like your being pressed together by all the people in the stands, as if walls are slowly pushing in and crushing every single bone in your body.

"that team is doing horribly.." you mutter to yourself in an attempt to calm your crazy mind.

"i know, we suck".

at first you think you've made up the voice, because in the past hour and a half all you've heard is shouting, cheering, and loud music blasting on your ears, no one has made any attempt to talk to you since guanheng up and left you alone in the stands, so the response almost seems like muddled up words created by your brain as a response—

but it's not.

someone actually did respond to you, and in a split second there is a completely new person standing beside you, also observing the game but not looking as pleased to be there. when you do glance to your left, you come across possibly the most beautiful boy— no, person, you come across the most beautiful person you think you've ever seen in your twenty years of living, for once it feels like everything stops.

you are not the kind of person that just.. does that. now you've met tons of pretty people, you've met so many people that you could definitely say are so beautiful they could be displayed in a museum as an art exhibit, but never in your twenty years of living have you ever seen yourself go silent at the sight of a beautiful person— your brain feels like it's malfunctioning, you're not exactly sure what to say, you open your mouth but no words come out, and you almost consider punching yourself because you probably look like a complete idiot right now.

"oh? you don't go here?"

that's what you decided to say? of all things you could've said, of course he doesn't go to your school, he just implied that the other team belonged to his school, why would that be the best thing to say out of everything else?

the stranger looks up, then he laughs, and your not sure how you keep your composure. "oh no, i go to vixsith" he replies, using his thumb to point backward, though he's not pointing at anything in specific, just pointing to point. you're not sure why you pick up on that, or why you're even watching where his hands are going anyway.

"your insulting your own team?" you inquire, and he laughs even harder at your question, covering his mouth with his hand. "this is about school spirit, have faith in them" you joke, and all he does is continue laughing, crossing his arms as he tries his best to calm himself down.

"i'm being honest, the only person on that team who knows how to play is mark, he deserves better" he remarks, eyes focused on the player he just named. he then seems to have a random realization and turns to you once again. "i'm dejun by the way" he holds out his hand for you to take, and you just blink at it like an idiot, before coming back to your senses and quickly shaking his head.

"y/n".

at the sound of your name, he seems to have yet another realization. he points at you and narrows his eyes. "we have a mutual friend don't we?"

at the question, you narrow your eyes, cogs turn in your brain as you think about who he could possibly be referring to, then it comes to you—

"guanheng".

the two of you say his name in unison, and the two of you both try to stifle your laughs as the realization dawns on you. "he knows everyone i swear" you mutter, and dejun snorts, looking away from you to laugh. "even from other schools.."

"oh we go way back" dejun responds, moving his hair out of his face. "middle school actually" he adds, and your eyes widen, as if your shocked, of course guanheng has friends from way back when, why are you surprised?

you don't feel as surprised as you do lucky..

"was he still as inhumanely flexible as he is now?"

dejun laughs again, he does that a lot. "yes, yes he was".

"he talks about you a lot.. you know" dejun comments out of the blue, tucking his hair behind his ear. "he basically lives with us, and if he's not sleeping over we always assume he's with you".

"oh so that's why he always just.. appears and disappears.."

"yeah that's kind of his thing" dejun scrunches his face, looking bored by the lack of action happening on the field. "i can never find him unless he directly comes to me first" he doesn't look at you as he says those words, but you're very much staring at him the whole time.

you almost feel like a creep in a way, you want to punch yourself in the face again for continuing to stare at him. you blink a couple times before turning your face away, trying to correctly articulate your thoughts.

"both teams suck".

you only say those words because you want him to continue talking, you want to hear him talk, it's nothing that crazy, having a conversation with him is just so intriguing to you for some reason..

"well yeah— but you guys get more training so you have an advantage" he comments, narrowing his eyes at the field, arms crossed over his chest. "the guys on our team have no idea what their doing".

"do you like football?" you ask, not sure why your so interested in his answer, you just are, you have no explanation for your sudden intrigue of this charming oreo–haired boy that goes to your rival school.

your much too distracted by how gorgeous he is to worry about giving yourself an explanation.

dejun laughs again, shaking his head. "not really, my dad does, so i just know things because of all his screaming and shouting" he replies, arms still crossed over his chest. "i'm not really a sports person, i do musical theater for pete's sake".

"oh so you sing?" you don't mean to ask another question, you're worried that you might be bothering dejun with your constant inquiries, but he actually seems glad, excited that someone is asking him about his major.

"well yeah" he responds, his smile growing. "all things theater, i write the songs, i act the parts, i play instruments, sometimes i even take offstage roles instead of my usual onstage ones".

he fiddles with his fingers, picking his nails. you assume, from his mannerisms, that he doesn't know what to say because most people don't really ask him about his major, or what he does, it's like he's elated that you even asked him.

"what about you?" dejun instead asks, veering away from the topic of his major and instead making yours the main topic of discussion. "what do you do?"

"health science" you say the words as if it pains you to, like it's the single most uninteresting thing you've said this whole interaction. "i know, it's boring".

dejun laughs again; "no no! i didn't say that!" he waves his hands in a disagreeing manner as he chuckles at your words. "i just don't meet a lot of people interested in pursuing science.."

"it's more of the health aspect than science actually" you mutter, and dejun just looks even more interested in what you have to say now. "but science is a big part of it so.."

"you must be very smart then" dejun remarks, smiling as the two of you make eye contact.

"i'm alright" you just say, finally pulling down your formerly rolled up sweater sleeves now that the air outside has begun cooling down. you only lightly shiver, and you glance back at dejun one more time..

"where do you think guanheng is?" he asks, clearing his throat as he scours the still full and lively bleachers, searching for your friend. "off doing whatever he does.."

you're currently very distracted, and you don't even realize what's going on when you snap out of whatever daze you were having and everyone is suddenly standing up and cheering like there's no tomorrow.

dejun looks over at you, and he can clearly see how confused you are because he laughs for one last time. "you guys won!" he somehow manages his voice over the roar of the crowd. "congrats!"

he's yelling, but he's not exactly loud, he still manages to sound so gentle whilst yelling at you.

"thanks!" you blurt out as a reply, and you feel like a complete idiot for that, but dejun smiles, so you don't feel all that embarrassed.

the game is over, and people are going to start to leave soon. dejun looks back, spotting a group he recognizes, then he looks over at you, a smile on his face. "i've gotta go now" he says, almost disappointed in a sense. "it was nice meeting you y/n!"

you nod, not knowing what to say. "yeah! you too!"

you too? you too?? is that what you say y/n!?

dejun gives one more beautiful smile before heading off, and you blink, having absolutely no idea what just transpired in those few minutes.

holy shit i forgot to ask—

but you couldn't— because he was gone, gone in such a flash you couldn't even spot his oreo hair in the crowd.

YOU FORGOT TO ASK FOR HIS NUMBER. YOU FEEL SO STUPID, your not even sure why you wanted to ask him that, but in the back of your mind that was the question you were preparing yourself to ask from the moment he told you his name, that he was friends with guanheng, the moment the two of you began laughing about your majors and stuff like that. the whole interaction with a pretty oreo–haired musical theater major at a football game is all that you were thinking about last night, as you tried to find pretty much anything else to think about as you struggled to sleep.

how did you forget to ask him for his number? you want to smash your face into your computer screen because of how stupid you are. you said "you too!" like a fucking idiot, but maybe you were just too distracted, he was smiling at you with that beautiful smile and staring at you with his absolutely gorgeous fucking eyes, how could you even think coherently whilst a beautiful man (from a whole other school but who cares?) was staring at you with his pretty brown eyes like you were the only person in the world?

okay your pushing it now..

but there is just something, something about him that drew you in, your not sure why you were so adamant on getting to know him, but he was just so— you can't explain it right now! you are currently very sleep deprived and also moody because of your disappearing roommate that always decides to appear at the worst times.

you don't remember the last time you ever got an actual eight hours of sleep, these days that seems like a dream more than a reality, but guangheng is just never tired. he's somehow always up, doing something, hanging out with people, he never sits down in once place and just stays still.

when he walks into the room, hands on his hips and gaze immediately focused on you, you barely bat an eye at him, just spare him a quick glance, noticing how pissed off he looks. you scour your mind for an explanation as to why he must be mad now, probably something someone said, or he got into yet another argument with one of his classmates, your not even sure anymore, you don't know where he is half the time.

"could you do me a favor?"

you almost laugh out loud, not at him, but at the idea that he wanted you to do him a favor. at this point, he probably owes you thousands of favors considering how many you do for him, but he seems upset, and you don't have any of that pettiness leftover to ignore him, so you move your eyes to look over at him.

"why should i?"

okay— you lied, your still just a little petty, but you totally have every right to be! guanheng deserves just some sass from you after disappearing each and every time he decides to take you out somewhere.

guanheng blinks, then he pulls out the signature guanheng frown, a sad stupid frown he always makes when he wants to persuade you into doing something. you're not sure how you've even ever fallen for that signature frown, maybe it's because he's just so great at looking sad, at looking upset, he somehow always manages to make you feel bad for him, and therefore, end up doing the favor for him.

"because i'm your best friend, your roommate, and you love me so much" guanheng smiles wide, like he just found out he won the lottery, and clasps his hands together as he rocks back and forth on his heels.

"i don't know.." you mumble, looking back at your computer screen. it's a saturday, you have no classes saturday, you can just sit down, relax, be the absolute lazy motherfucker you were put on this earth to be. "i don't feel like going out today".

guanheng huffs, crossing his arms. "one last favor! just one! then i'll get off your back!"

"your horrible at following your promises, heng" you comment absentmindedly, your tone is much meaner than you intended, and guanheng's gasp is enough to tell you that he indeed takes offense to those words. "what? i'm not lying".

"y/n!" oh great, he's whining now. "i will get you anything i can, anything! just this one favor! please?"

your about to say no again— but then it's like a lightbulb goes off in your head, and you get a spectacular idea. anything? he did say anything, and he can give you something you want.

the number of a pretty boy preferably!

you let out a sigh, and guanheng knows what that sigh means, it means you agree. "fine, i'll do you this favor, but this is the last one".

guanheng's smile brightens, and he cheers like a kid that just got the best christmas present one can receive. "thank you! thank you! thank you! i love you!" he kisses your cheek, and skips off to another room.

"get your jacket!" he shouts, already rooms away from you, so he has to shout.

"what?"

"get your jacket! were leaving!"

you furrow your eyebrows at his words, but you don't say anymore, because you did agree to do this favor for him after all.

so, without questioning it more, you get up and go grab your jacket.

"SO WHEN YOU SAID A FAVOR..?" you don't continue on with your sentence, pausing to let out a breath as you shove your hands into the pockets of your jackets. guanheng looks over at you, and he just chuckles at the unreadable expression on your face. when you agreed to do this favor for him, you didn't know it included leaving your dorm and having to be dragged out to yet another unfamiliar place. "did you forget to mention the fact that we'd have to leave the school?" you finally finish, eyes focused and narrowed on your friend, who again, smiles at you with that signature guanheng smile.

"it's a saturday, most of us don't have classes anyway, they won't question it".

"is that supposed to make me feel better?" you ask to yourself more than to guanheng, but he hears you anyway, and that results in a snicker from him. despite that, he doesn't respond to your silent question, making you frown just the slightest.

"stop pouting".

"i'm not pouting" your quick to rebut, rolling your eyes at his words. you almost bump into him when he suddenly stops, and your about to yell at him again for being stupid when he places a finger on your mouth.

he knocks on the door in front of him, not paying attention to the burning glare your currently sending him.

"i'll bite off your finger" you threaten, moving forward and pretending your about to do that. guanheng squeaks and quickly moves his fingers away from your lips, a flash of true fear in his eyes. all you do is give him a menacing and totally not threatening smile.

"psycho.." he whispers, he looks like he's about to say more, but the door opens, so he closes his mouth and turns around.

"come on!"

he grabs your wrist and drags you into the dorm, and you felt your heart rate increase. maybe he knew these people, but you sure didn't! what if they thought you were weird? you want to pull him back and tell him that he shouldn't just drag you into some strangers dorm, but he is much too distracted to even notice your uneasiness.

"i've returned!" guanheng yells, letting go of your hand to place his hands on his hips, as if he was proud of himself.

"can you slam the door on him!?"

"ten! come to me!"

before you can ask him what the hell is going on, he sprints down the hallway, you assume to go after this ten person, you just blink, shoving your hands into your pockets as you begin to rock back and forth on your heels.

"hello stranger!" an unfamiliar voice exclaims, you look up and come face to face with a pink–haired boy with a bright smile.

"hello" you reply politely. "i like your hair" you immediately remark, pointing at his hair like an idiot because you don't want to touch it and make him uncomfortable.

his face lights up, as if you were a millionaire that just gifted him a life changing amount of money. it was as if no one ever told him that his hair was pretty before, or that they liked it. he jumps up and squeals, excited. "thank you! ten said it was stupid!"

you furrow your eyebrows, then chuckle. "what? no it's very pretty, pink suits you!"

"hah! i told you guanheng! pink does suit me!" he yells down the hall, and you can hear the small shout of rebuttal that guanheng responds with from all the way down the hall. "thanks! only a few people actually noticed that i dyed my hair".

you laugh again, okay he is very funny, you like him!

"oh! i'm yangyang! the nicest person who lives here!" he introduces himself in the same fashion a reality tv star would, and quickly grabs your hand to shake it. you don't complain, just laugh again as he vigorously shakes your hand.

"y/n, it's nice to meet you".

he gasps, recognizing your name. "oh you're the famous y/n! guanheng always talks about you, for a long time i was convinced he was in love with you!"

"why are you tarnishing my brand!?" guanheng shouts again, sounding even more pissed off than he did before. "huh!? liu yangyang!?"

yangyang shakes his head, ignoring guanheng's loud shouts and flapping his hand, mocking him. you laugh as you watch him mock the other, who has absolutely no idea what he's doing right now.

"you have a project to do!" another unfamiliar voice shouts.

yangyang gasps again, suddenly looking stressed. "fuck yeah— um!" he turns around and reaches over to grab his laptop, then he turns back to you and gives you a smile.

"yeah, my apologies" you just wave it off, urging him to keep going. "um i'm doing a project where i have to interview people on their majors.. trust me i don't know either, but! i've interviewed like the whole school already, and i need one more person.."

"and that person is me?" you ask, but you already know the answer to that question, yangyang nods, much more quickly than he seemed to intend to.

"yes!" he exclaims, but then he clears his throat. "but only if you want to, i don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do—"

"no no no it's fine!" you cut into his sentence, shaking your head. yangyang, again, looks elated that you agreed.

okay so this was the favor guanheng wanted you to for him! (not for him necessarily— but his friend). he could've just told you about this straight up instead of being vague about it, it wasn't even that burdening of a favor, not like the other ones you've done for him.

"guanheng! why don't you bring him around more often? he's better than you are!" yangyang yells again, probably for the nth time that hour.

guanheng doesn't answer, but you knows he's pouting, you can just sense it at this point, you call it your "roommate instincts".

"oh hi y/n".

now that's a voice you recognize, and you almost don't believe your eyes when the one person that kept you up all night walks into the room and smiles as he sees your figure. "dejun, hi" you smile back at him, hoping you don't sound as awkward as you feel.

dejun looks so so pretty, as he always does. he fiddles with the necklace hanging around his neck, his eyes lingering on you for an unspecified amount of time.

"ten hit me with his shoe" guanheng suddenly storms into the room, arms crossed over his chest. "asshole.." he mutters under his breath, huffing like some sort of baby.

dejun then laughs, covering his mouth with his hand, and that causes you to laugh, turning your head to the side as to not make it obvious.

guanheng exchanges glances between the both of you, a prominent glare in his eyes, but then the look in his eyes changes, and he points at the two of you. "you two have met?" he asks.

dejun pauses, still humored by the previous words said by guanheng, and your brain almost malfunctions once again. "i— um" great, you just sound so natural and not awkward.

"we met at the game" dejun immediately says, saving you the awkwardness of having to collect your words in your brain. you thank whatever god or deity up there for dejun's quick response, and he just flashes you that familiar pretty smile. "yesterday, you know, while you were off doing who knows what.."

guanheng gasps, looking at dejun like he'd just cursed his entire bloodline. "you— your just such a bitch! you know!?"

"ow! don't punch me! i'm fragile!"

guanheng lands one more punch on his shoulder, and it gets one more squeak out of dejun, who jumps once again. "i don't care, your horrible".

yangyang blinks, probably already used to their little quarrels. he then turns to you, just shaking his head as they continue to whisper–argue. "so, what do you major in?"

it's almost like you totally forgot, his project, the thing that guanheng dragged you here to help him with. "health sciences, i take courses in everything related to healthcare and like— half actual science courses?"

"so your looking to work in healthcare?"

"yeah basically, i've already taken courses in emergency service's, becoming a paramedic is my top option!"

yangyang gasps at your words, he looks over at guanheng, then quickly back at you. "are you single?" he asks, again with the same quickness.

dejun snorts, hitting guanheng as begins laughing hard. guanheng scrunches his nose, staring at yangyang like he's crazy. "what kind of question is that!?"

"what? that is a totally valid question to ask!" he exclaims, crossing his arms. "it's for my project! clearly!" he lies.

"your— oh my god, unbelievable".

"so are you?" yangyang asks again, looking at you with suspenseful eyes. he is very much interested in your answer it seems.

your finally finished with your laughing fit, and nod, still very amused. "yes i am, i'm single".

"good, this is very important information".

yangyang gives you a giddy look, and dejun just continues to laugh.

you're not sure why your so focused on him though..

YOU AGAIN, HAVE NO LUCK SLEEPING that night, and after the first hour and a half of tossing and turning, you gave up on trying to chase slumber you knew you wouldn't be able to catch. you assumed that the longer you stared at your computer screen, the quicker you'd get tired and the quicker your eyes would become heavier, but no! it's now almost two in the morning and you still aren't sleepy in the tiniest bit, you didn't know insomnia got this bad, if you knew this prior to coming back to school this year, you would've bought more of those sleeping pills. you lean your chin onto your hand as your computer continues playing audio from a random episode of brooklyn nine–nine.

the millions of thoughts rampant in your mind were probably distracting you, rendering it impossible to sleep, and also rendering it impossible to focus, seeing as your just looking around your room, which is pretty much boring you considering all you've been doing for the past thirty minutes is looking around your own room.

you think your gonna bore yourself to death, you pretty much prepare to stay up for the next five hours until your alarm rings and startles you out of your daze (which has happened way too many times for your comfort), but then your phone rings.

it's almost two in the morning, who exactly is calling you at this time? who knows that you're awake at 1:56 in the morning and decided to call you? they probably knew you'd pick up..

and you know who it is— it's so obvious.

dejun.

you don't mean to pick up your ringing phone as fast as you do, you want to punch yourself in the face for how desperate you seem, and you almost don't answer the phone because you feel so embarrassed. "hello?"

"hi!" dejun sounds way too joyous for someone who is sleep deprived, and up at 1:57 am. "sorry? was that too loud?"

"no no your fine" you reply, even though the speaker is on, guanheng can quite literally sleep through anything, there was one time the fire alarm was going off for a good ten minutes and he didn't even budge. "guanheng is a pretty heavy sleeper".

"he's lucky, i can't sleep" the sound of shuffling on the other line resonates in your ears, and dejun huffs, sounding frustrated. "you were the only person i assumed would be awake".

you snicker. "why is that?" you inquire, he was right, of course, but you just wanted to hear his reasoning, and also wanted him to keep talking.

you really like dejun's voice for some reason, it just scratches the right part of your brain. in these past two days you realized that you like a lot of things about dejun, many more things than you thought you might.

"your major has the word 'science' in it so i just assumed the amount of sleep you get is slim to none".

now that gets another laugh out of you, you laugh much more than you intend to, but also— it's dejun, and you can't resist the loud laugh that escapes your lips.

oh your such a desperate little bitch—

"well you'd be correct" you respond, humming as you pick at your nails. "at this point sleeping is beginning to make me tired".

there's a long pause, and your worried you made everything more awkward, because you don't hear anything from the other line. for a moment, you're almost convinced dejun hung up on you, but before you can speak he beats you to it.

"i can keep you company until you get tired" he immediately suggests, and you almost choke on your spit when he says that. "i don't mind".

you go silent, feeling as if all logical thoughts in your mind have suddenly disappeared into the air. you might sound like a complete loser right now but that was just so sweet of him to suggest, you smile much too wide for your own comfort, but you don't even think about that, because your just so charmed by the words.

"you are.." you pause, clasping your hands together as you think about what words to say next. "yeah yeah, that's fine" you finally continue, your new words having no connection to the previous ones you previously said, you just hope dejun doesn't notice.

"good! it would've been awkward if you said no" dejun giggles, and you just can't get over how cute he sounds. "plus, i wouldn't want you to be tired in the morning, lord knows how much you do in a day.."

you feel an unfamiliar fluttering feeling in your stomach, because he is so considerate? he wants to help you, he's just being so nice to you at.. two! two in the morning! you bite down on your bottom lip, hoping it doesn't bleed from how hard your tooth drives into it.

"aww, you care about me that much?" you ask, just wanting to hear him talk again. you feel like a teenage girl giggling and kicking her feet over a high school crush, except you can't kick your feet and giggle because then dejun would know.

"okay, be quiet, don't make me hang up".

"okay okay don't do that!" you say, totally meaning to sound as desperate as possible this time. "if your not here i won't ever fall asleep".

you hear something similar to a squeal on the other line, as if dejun had heard your words and just freaked out.

the realization honestly boosted your ego.

"you— you suck!"

"you offered to help me jun, don't get like this now!"

you're not sure how long it goes on for, but you swear you two laugh all night while on the phone.

"SO WHOSE THE GUY?" the question is asked so abruptly that at first, you assume you heard your friend wrong. when you look up, he stares at you with that deadpanned gaze, and that's when you realize he's completely serious. you chuckle at the realization that your friend is sure that your in love with someone (well you are— your just surprised that he figured out so quickly). "what guy? there's a guy?" you tilt your head, acting as if you have no idea what he could possibly be talking about. you giggle as you watch him slowly get even more irritated by your answer.

"you always come in here looking a little less miserable each day" chenle observes, leaning forward as he narrows his eyes at you. "someone is making you excited to live life?"

"do i always come in here looking miserable?" you ask, completely diverting your attention from chenle's previously asked question, which makes him pout.

"yep!" renjun exclaims, sitting beside you, he crosses his legs in his chair and presses his lips into a thin line. "so! who is he?"

the two seem way too excited to know about your never talked about before crush on dejun. now— you didn't know it was so obvious that you were now smitten for this new guy, you're usually the friend that's known from straying the furthest away from love, you don't remember any people you've legitimately liked that weren't elementary school crushes..

so yeah, your friends totally had every right to be surprised, because your absolutely smitten for a man and they just want to know who this man that is making you so happy is!

you hate that you give in so easily. "he's one of guanheng's friends.." you mutter, picking at your nails, looking down to make sure you don't witness renjun and chenle's reactions with your own two eyes.

renjun gasps, sounding like those ladies at the hair salons that just heard the juiciest gossip. "ooh! who? does he go here? do we know him? is he pretty?"

chenle looks over at renjun like he's crazy, that familiar judging stare in his eyes as he watches renjun lean closer to you with a totally not creepy smile on his face. "don't you think your acting a little too interested in this?"

"i just want to know!" renjun shouts, playfully glaring at the younger. he then turns back to you, and you assume his cheeks must be hurting from how hard he seems to be smiling. "tell me please?"

"he's— he's just your run of the mill pretty guy who is nice, and smart, and absolutely adorable who tells horrible jokes that still end up being funny in some way and he has a pretty laugh and i just love his voice, and talking to him, and, i can't even explain it because it'll sound stupid!"

"you sound like a psycho" chenle immediately says, laughing at you like you just confessed to an atrocious crime against humanity. you sink into your chair, slumping towards the side.

"aww! the pessimistic y/n is in love!" renjun squeals, again, like those women at the hair salon who just heard the juiciest gossip. he grabs your arm and shakes you vigorously, causing you to get dizzy in the slightest bit. "i can't believe i've lived to see this day!" he shouts, continuing to shake you as you can't properly get out your cries for help.

"renjun you're gonna kill him" chenle pinches the older in the arm, making him yelp and jump, he giggles as he witnesses the glare the older male sends him, his crushing grip remains around your arm, but you don't even mention at this point, because at least he's not shaking you anymore.

"sorry" he remarks, definitely not sorry as he squeezes your arm once again, beginning to get overly excited. "it's just.. exciting you know?"

"it's exciting that i'm in love with someone?" you raise an eyebrow, and though you expect renjun to respond, chenle quickly does.

"yep! you'll finally be gone!"

his cheer results in a gasp of offense from you, and all chenle does is giggle in victory.

THE ONE THING YOU'VE LEARNED FROM THE now excessive amounts of times you've hung around guanheng's other friends is that they're loud, they are all really loud (even sicheng! who, for a good majority of the time, is always quietly staring at his friends with clear concern in his eyes), even if they don't mean to, they're somehow always either yelling, shouting, or making some sort of scene. they're all just naturally hilarious, like comedians that don't realize they're comedians because they're just being themselves. in the past few weeks, it's like you spend more time with these people that don't go to your school in comparison to people that actually go to your school and that you can see easily.

but if you're being honest, you don't really mind that your spending all your free time with them, because they are indeed very fun to be around (and you get to see dejun much more regularly, which is something you rather enjoy), and because life would be insanely boring if guanheng didn't decide to drag you out of the dorm every other day to go do stupid things with his friends that go to a whole other school.

"you are such a cheater! i won fair and square!"

"you did not! your the cheater! sicheng is my witness!"

sicheng, who was not listening to anything either ten or yangyang had to say, looked over at the younger with a look of concern washed over his features. he blinks as he's suddenly put on the spot, smiling nervously as the youngest stares intensely at him, waiting for his answer. "uh.. i— i don't know".

his delivery makes you burst out laughing, and you cover your mouth with your hand as to not make yourself look like an absolute fool. you don't even realize that you picked up on one of dejun's habits, you might be spending too much time around him..

actually, forget that! there is no such thing as spending too much time around dejun, and that might make you sound like a "simp" but you don't care.

you've fallen, and you've fallen hard.

"okay.." guanheng presses his lips into a thin line, ignoring the way ten and yangyang now begin discussing the logistics of cheating in card games, unfortunately dragging poor sicheng into their argument. he turns to dejun and scoots closer to him. "can you do me a favor?"

dejun groans, playfully rolling his eyes. you assume he's done as much favors for guanheng as you have, and you barely stifle the snicker that dares to escape your lips.

dejun hears the sound, and smacks your arm hard, making you jump. he only gives you a teasing smile before turning to guanheng, having to give him a response.

"at what lengths do i have to go for this favor?"

guanheng scoffs, crossing his arms. "it's nothing insane or anything, i just want you to get me something.."

"and you can't get it yourself because..?"

"i have no money on me" and there goes that signature guanheng frown, dejun opens his mouth to argue but then he shuts it so quickly it seems like he just got out in some sort of trance.

"fine fine" dejun rolls his eyes once again, surrendering much too quickly. "you owe me though—"

"take y/n with you".

there's a pause, both you and dejun go very silent for a moment. whilst dejun is just confused, you absolutely know what guanheng is doing, and you have to use every bit of patience in your body to restrain yourself instead of jumping over the table and tackling him right then and there.

dejun is clearly clueless, though, because he just raises an eyebrow. "why?" he inquires, somehow sounding so sweet even though his question is asked with so much confusion.

"y/n knows what i want".

what a smooth lie, dejun glances over at you, and you just shrug, having no idea what more to say. "he needs to take a walk anyway" guanheng lies again, wow, two in a row! he's on a roll.

"okay..?"

so that's how you find yourself on a walk with the person that you are very much in love with, a somehow comfortable silence spread between the two of you as dejun hums an unfamiliar tune to himself, hands in his pockets, eyes closed as he slowly sways back and forth.

he looks very peaceful, just doing what he does, being effortlessly pretty as he does so, and you observe his behavior, almost entranced by it in a sense.

you only stop when he speaks up—

"do you think they're still arguing?" he suddenly asks, and you snap out of whatever daze you were having, praying that he totally didn't notice you admiring him like a creep. "or are they just.. conversing calmly now?"

you don't want to seem like even much more of a weirdo, but you feel like he asked that question just as an excuse to talk to you, and maybe your thinking too much into it, but you've definitely done that before, so you know what it looks like.

"i hope they aren't still arguing" you answer, and dejun looks up at you, smiling. "that'd be a long ass time to argue".

"well they like arguing just to argue" dejun replies, fiddling with his necklace. "but they're harmless.. for the most part".

his delivery makes you laugh, and you look down at your shoes. "you're a very calm person, you know, the opposite of guanheng".

the sudden statement from dejun makes you look up at him once again, and this time, he's staring directly at you, as if he had been waiting to make eye contact with you the whole time. "calm?"

"well compared to my roommates you are" he giggles, and maybe he doesn't mean to, but he stares at so intensely that your legs feel shaky.

"who knows? maybe i'm a fraud" you tease, purposefully leaning closer to him so your words have an effect. dejun's eyes widen, and he lightly leans away from you, looking speechless. "you'd never know, though".

you don't know how you suddenly got so bold, or why you were so amused at the sight of dejun freaking out, you feel like some sort of genius for what you just did, and you snicker at yourself before leaning back.

dejun takes in a deep breath, looking like he's trying to fix himself. he clears his throat and stumbles through his next words. "i— uh.. you're such an idiot!" he decides to say, crossing his arms over his chest.

your not sure how the two of you became so casual in this amount of time, a few weeks ago, dejun wasn't such a regular figure in your life, and you were just any other college student doing their best to get by, not thinking about falling in love with a gorgeous oreo–haired man—

but you're also not complaining.

you aren't sure how you got so lucky, how it just happened that you could continue to spend time with the cute boy you met at a stupid football game simply because the two of you shared mutual friends, it's one of times guanheng's actually done you a favor, without even realizing it too!

"okay i'm sorry" you giggle, shoving your hands into your pockets, you once again begin taking from dejun's habits and sway back and forth. "seriously!"

"you're unbelievable" dejun exaggerates, rolling his eyes, but it wasn't serious, and you knew it wasn't serious. "but i meant what i said, your calm".

you raise an eyebrow at him, wanting to know more about the observations he has about you. "could you elaborate on that?" you don't mean to laugh, but you do, and it causes dejun to laugh too.

"you just.. seem content with what you have" he explains, but he doesn't explain it enough, so he continues. "like someone could get you a piece of paper as a birthday gift and you'd be pleased".

you laugh, hard, because he somehow managed to get you spot on. you almost feel like he is reading your mind, because he nailed you down with each word. "really? i guess i am like that".

"ah, so my prediction was right then!"

you laugh at how glad he is. "yeah, i am truly not that hard to please, gifts are gifts and if someone gets one for me, there's no use in being mad if the gift isn't something i like, at least they remembered to get me something!"

dejun stares at you for a specifically long time, looking you up and down. he stares at you with warm eyes, a gaze that seems so near and dear to his heart, a gaze so loving that it looked like he was about to get down on one knee and propose to you.

"i like any and all gifts" you continue.

"are there any specific kinds of gifts you like?"

dejun asks that question in a tone that makes it seem like he's totally not trying to sound suspicious, but he is totally asking you that question for a very specific reason.

guanheng must've told him something..

at least, that's what you assume, but dejun is patiently waiting for your answer, and you can't daydream the whole time about the true meaning of his words.

"i like books, plushies, music tapes, vinyl's, you know.. regular gifts that people like receiving".

dejun hums, as if he's noting down the information you're telling him in his mind, still, you don't say anything about his mannerisms, just keep it to yourself.

"are you noting down my reply?"

"i'm just keeping it in mind!" he says, smiling brightly at you. "just in case your special occasion comes up and i don't know what to get you".

oh! so guanheng definitely did tell him something..

"i mean— were friends! any gift from you will be a good gift".

at the word friends, dejun seems to pause, cogs in his brains turning as he tries to process your words. you don't understand why he would be trying to understand your words, because the two of you were clearly friends, did he think you two were something else?

you see the flash of disappointment on his face, but it quickly reverts back to a smile and he simply acts like nothing happened. "sorry, the word 'friends' just caught me off guard".

a lie..

how interesting.

"seriously though, i just want to get you a gift you'll appreciate forever".

but you're already enough for me— do you know how much you've changed my life?

your own thoughts manage to surprise you, because the words that you just told yourself in your own mind startle you enough that you make a judging face at yourself. luckily, dejun is turned away from you, so he doesn't notice.

"well that's thoughtful of you".

"i try my best.." he responds, finally looking back at you with that same loving stare, one that wants to lure you in and make you trip on your own feet.

for some reason, the two of you stop. there's an uncharacteristically long pause, like the world just decided to cease for a moment, and you both are completely stuck in place, just there, staring at each other.

dejun's eyes move, as if scanning your face like a camera, and they (of course) stop at your lips. he stares at them for what seems like forever, and it almost looks like he's restraining himself, but by the way he bites his bottom lip, it's clear—

he wants to kiss you.

and maybe there's a small voice at the back of his head that tells him to cut it out, because he almost immediately snaps out of whatever daze he was having, and clears his throat, his cheeks going a bright red.

"uh— sorry, yeah, um, we should get going" he says, shaking his head as he pulls his sleeves down.

"guanheng will yell at us if we're late".

okay, so he just decides to not talk about it? you want to ask him why he didn't just do it, because he clearly wanted to, but before you can even open your mouth, or get any words out, he grabs your hand and the two of you continue walking back to the group.

he doesn't say anything more, doesn't try to make anymore small talk, and while you do want to bring up what just happened there, you don't.

you just bask in the feeling of dejun's hands intertwined with your own.

it's a good feeling, you decide.

THAT MOMENT IS STUCK ON YOUR MIND for what seems like years. you can't get over it! how he was looking at you, how he clearly wanted to kiss you, but for some reason, decided to stop himself from doing so. you're not sure why you didn't just tell him that it was okay, that you would be completely fine with him kissing you, but you guess that you're just a complete idiot as well, because you just stayed silent throughout the whole thing, the two of you equally deciding in silence to not bring it up, just sitting next to each other in awkwardly for the rest of the night.

and yeah, it's become normal for dejun to constantly run through your mind these days, it's like he has his own subsection in your mind, dedicated to thoughts about him and him only, but it's like he's just become rampant in there ever since that.. thing he did (or should you say, didn't do, considering he decided to not kiss you when the opportunity was right there), maybe you should've pulled him in, maybe you should've (for once) been impulsive and done the first thing put to your mind.

and this crawls through your mind for days, then those days become a good week and a half. now— you and dejun aren't not talking or anything, it was just sort of difficult to look at him without thinking about that.

you're so into your thoughts these days, that you are much more spacey during your classes, at home, and somehow, guanheng picks up on your weird turn, which is crazy, because guanheng was the last person you expected to notice something like that, he usually never notices most things in front of him anyway.

"okay, what the fuck happened?" he decides to randomly drop it on you when he seems to have had enough, which is funny, because he's technically the person that started the whole thing.

you look up from your phone, blinking at him like he just said something out of this world. "hm?" he scoffs at your lack of a response, shoving your shoulder, which results in a glare from you.

"what happened?" he asks again, this time without the extra swear word, he makes himself comfortable on the other side of the couch. "you are acting weird" he points at you accusingly, like you'd just been accused of a crime and he was trying to figure out if you were truly suspicious.

"i don't know what your talking about.."

"stop stalling!" he complains, grabbing your arm and beginning to shake you back and forth. "tell me! you can't keep acting weird and just not tell me what's wrong".

now you want to tell him, but in your mind it sounds so stupid that you feel like guanheng would laugh at you the moment you uttered the first few words of your sentence. "you're going to laugh".

guanheng gasps, offended by your response, though it is true, he just wants to be dramatic. "i won't! i'm concerned! i'm being a good roommate and asking you what's wrong!"

so, you roll your eyes, taking a deep breath. "okay so hypothetically.." you begin, because you have no other idea how to start your sentence.

hypothetically just means = it was indeed not hypothetical!

"hypothetically, uh huh.." guanheng hums, understanding the true meaning your words have. "okay sorry, continue".

"let's just say that, hypothetically, i am totally in love with one of your best friends, and that friend totally wanted to kiss me but then chickened out last minute and like an idiot i didn't say anything and i have no idea how to go about it".

guanheng's eyes widen at your words, and his jaw almost drops. "hypothetically though" you add to the end of your sentence after a long pause.

"right right! hypothetically.." he nods, though he can't contain his look of excitement at the words. "and you didn't kiss him back!?"

you're almost knocked off the chair from how intense his yell is. you groan and cover your face with your hands, embarrassed and ashamed. "i didn't know how to bring it up and not be awkward!"

"just say 'hey dejun you could totally kiss me and it'd be fine because we are both mortifyingly in love with each other'!" guanheng shouts, louder than his previous words. he's always so straight up, and you almost wish you didn't tell him anything. "it's that easy!"

"it is not!" you shout in rebuttal, crossing your arms and frowning. your acting like guanheng at this point, but that's not what you're noticing at this very moment. "it's easy for you! you date people and you kiss people all the time! i don't do that!"

"excuses excuses!"

you're at a loss for words at his lackluster words, you once again, frown and turn away from him. "i'm sorry! i have never been hardcore in love with someone like this before! i don't know how to talk about it!"

guanheng looks like he's about to yell again, but he takes a deep breath and relaxes himself, leaning back in the couch. "okay, i'm sorry for yelling.."

"y/n, you really just need to tell him how you feel straight up, because if you keep stalling than none of you will end up confessing in the end and you'll both just be going through a loop of 'should we or should we not?'"

you blink, staring at guanheng for a good few minutes, honestly surprised. this is probably the best advice he's ever given you, usually, you’re the one that has to give him advice because he always ends up doing something stupid and has someone that wants to murder him because of that stupid thing he did.

"that was actually.. good advice" you reply, laughing at guanheng's eye roll. he just shoves you, making sure he does extra hard this time to get his point across.

"shut up! i always give good advice!"

"you usually don't give any advice at all.." you mutter, running a hand through your hair as you look away from your roommate, who just glares at you like you just committed a federal offense.

"say something again and i'm gatekeeping dejun from you!"

"your what!?"

at the sound of your shout, guanheng giggles as he scurries away, proud of himself for the words that escape his lips.

YOU'RE NOT SURE HOW YOU SOMEHOW LET guanheng drag you off to a party on a friday night where all you wanted to do is relax. parties have never truly been your thing, but that's because being surrounded by a bunch of drunk and high adults just isn't your idea of fun, you're also just not a big drinker, so the only reason you usually even end up at parties is to take guanheng home when he gets too drunk and can't fully articulate his thoughts. so, the fact that guanheng was somehow able to convince you to get out of the house and go to a party when you truly should've been at home, watching horrible sitcoms.

but no, you're here! and you can't leave without guanheng because if you did, he'd probably find a way to end up killing himself, or he'd say the wrong thing to the wrong person and would end up getting punched in the face.

so you find yourself in a familiar spot, your back against a wall as you stare at your phone, somehow able to ignore the hundreds of screaming drunk people that surround you, it's become a skill of yours, and you're not sure how exactly it developed, you've just become such a natural when it comes to ignoring others.

guanheng, of course, has already walked off to do his own thing, but not before reminding you of the advice he'd given you a few days prior, yelling at you to 'just tell the boy you like him!'

maybe his advice is burned into your brain, because now all you wish is that you were with dejun, talking about something stupid, or just talking.

and there must've been somebody listening in on your thoughts, because he suddenly walks around the corner, head whipping around like he's searching for someone.

your not trying to look at him, but he catches your gaze immediately, and he skips towards you like a kid in a candy store.

"hi" he greets, a little giggle to his words. his face is a shade of bright red as he giggles once again, though nothing's funny. "pretty".

he whispers the last word, with the intention of you not hearing it, but his mind must be too clouded for him to realize that he said it much louder than he thought he did, but you don't say anything, just hum.

"hello" you greet back, and he laughs once again, covering his hand with his mouth. "are you okay?"

a loud snicker leaves his lips, and he moves closer to you to link his arm with yours. he rests his head onto your arm, a content smile spreading across his face. "i'm drunk".

his honest answer makes you question his state for a moment, since when do drunk people admit that they're drunk? or maybe he's only just tipsy.. your not sure, but he's not acting like a totally sober person right now.

"are you sure?" you raise an eyebrow, dejun just responds with a small 'hmph', and he keeps your arm linked with his. "dejun".

"yes! i am!" he yells as rebuttal, shaking your arm a few times. "do you wanna smell my breath?"

"oh no no no" you reply, covering his mouth with your hand. he laughs at you, his cheeks as pink as yangyang's hair, he grabs your hands, and whilst yours are cold, his are burning hot. "okay you have energy".

"i'm sorry" he suddenly blurts, another snort escaping his lips as he leans his head against your chest. you give him a look, confused as to why he felt the need to apologize.

"for what?"

"for doing that thing" dejun responds, closing his eyes as he sways back and forth. "i probably made everything awkward, i didn't mean to".

that's what he thinks? he thinks that he made everything awkward? you feel your heart break at the realization, but all dejun does is laugh sadly.

"you didn't— you didn't make everything awkward, it's okay".

dejun laughs again, clearing his throat. "just tell the truth, y/n.."

you chuckle, not at dejun, just at his words. he wants you to tell the truth? fine.. you will!

"dejun" you begin, using your pointer finger to tilt his chin up so the two of you make eye contact, you watch as his eyes widen, but he doesn't move, just lets you do your thing. "you can kiss me, it's okay".

he blinks, as if trying to figure out if you were lying or not. he opens his mouth, but no words come out, so he closes it again. "it is?" he asks again, just wanting reassurance, you hear his voice crack, but he's getting impatient, he wants your answer.

"yeah it's fine".

that's all the conformation dejun seems to need, because he finally presses his lips to yours after what seems like years of waiting. your arms naturally rest on his waist, and there's just something, something about this that makes you smile.

there's an urgency in the way he kisses you, and his hand comes up to hold your face. he is just so desperate, and it would be a lie to say that you weren't just as desperate as he is. you'd been wanting this for so long, you don't even know how many times you thought about what it would be like to kiss dejun.

his fingers caress your cheek, and the contact feels like your skin was set ablaze. maybe this is what you needed, and you assume it's exactly what dejun needed to, because he pushes on your shoulder with a seemingly inhumane amount of force, which makes you gasp a little.

while your one arm is around his waist, the other one goes up to run your fingers through his hair, somehow causing the two of you to both smile, barely stifling your laughs.

after what seems like forever, dejun pulls away, and while you're standing there, breathless, he just smiles, relaxing as you play with his hair. "you like my hair?"

you aren't sure why out of all things, that's what he decides to ask, but you laugh, completely enamored by the boy in front of you. "yep, it's soft" you reply, biting your inner cheek. "the color suits you".

dejun tilts his head, looking up at you with his insanely pretty eyes. you just want to squish his cheeks, or wrap him in a blanket and hold him forever, you aren't sure why you just have this surge of loving emotions for absolutely no reason, maybe it's the way he's staring at you, or that he just left you breathless and did it so flawlessly.

he hums, not knowing how to respond to your compliment. he just suddenly gets shy, his ears turning red at your words.

"you're so stupid.."

that's probably his favorite phrase to say to you by now, but you don't mind, you just smile as he hides his face away from you.

"dejun" you call out despite him being right in front of you, and he looks up at you again, gaze warm as he gives you a small smile.

"yes?"

"i love you" you immediately spout, not even surprised by how high your voice has gotten. "like— in the i'm in love with you kinda way and not in a i just want you to kiss you but not call you my boyfriend kinda way".

dejun pauses, snickering at your words, he looks at you like you're the only person in the world.

what other way could there possibly be?

but you don't get any response, at least, not from him, because all he does is lean forward and press his lips to yours.

YOU'VE NEVER REALLY BEEN A FAN OF YOUR BIRTHDAY, and you aren't sure why. it used to be a fun thing up until you turned twelve and it suddenly felt like a switch had flipped, as if your birthday was making you miserable. now it's not like you always feel depressed on your birthday, it's just that sometimes you don't want to have a huge birthday celebration. most of the time— you only request for huge birthday bashes on specific days, like when you turned ten (you were very excited about becoming a double–figured age), or when you turned eighteen (you became an adult, not that exciting but it was definitely something, you could finally legally drink), but it's truly only specific days that you don't mind having large, people–filled birthday parties.

and not only were you not exactly anticipating your birthday, you already had something even bigger on your mind the whole time.

like dejun ghosting you! that's definitely one!

okay so you tell the guy you love him, you make out with him at a party (in the opposite order but oh well), he doesn't give you a response and then he decides to just ignore you?

maybe he just didn't know what to say, and that also lead to him just not picking up his phone for a good two weeks as he completely ignored your calls and texts and voicemails!

and with this being the only thing on your mind, your birthday seemed to be the least important event at the moment.

you didn't really want to think about it, and the campus was starting to make you feel sick, so this year you planned on visiting your parents after the day was over, considering your special day fell on a friday—

but guanheng, guanheng had other plans.

he practically begged you to let him throw the party for you, he wanted to do it so bad that he vowed to never ask you for a favor ever again (which is a lie! he never keeps his promises!), he was acting so desperate, it was like you'd just saved his life or something.

you're not sure what made guanheng so eager to throw a party for you, especially because you just didn't know what you would do with a bunch of people in your dorm.

but he insisted, he would throw you the best party in the world.

and after what seemed like forever, you two finally agreed on something—

you go visit your parents friday evening, and guanheng throws your party on saturday, easy!

"what do you mean strawberry isn't a good flavor!?"

you scoff at his question, nodding your head, as if confirming your words. "i don't like strawberry flavored things, you get me a strawberry cake and i'm making you sleep outside".

your threat results in a gasp from your roommate, who looks genuinely hurt by your words as he places a hand on his chest, horrified. "you are such a horrible roommate! threatening me when i'm throwing a party for you".

"it'll be a horrible party if you get me a horribly flavored cake".

you totally mean what you say as well— you truly dislike strawberry cake.

and when guanheng said party, you didn't exactly anticipate how many people he would decide to let into your dorm.

now you know a good chunk of these people, but most of these people probably decided to come just because they knew guanheng, all they did was utter some happy birthday's and then they ran off to do their own thing.

guanheng got most things right, he just invited a bunch of people that really didn't care for your birthday, just wanted to be around him.

so it's no surprise that you felt just a little disappointed about the people at your party that just didn't give two shits about your actual birthday.

and guanheng was off doing something else, though you could actually see him this time, he was telling people where to put the gifts they brought for you.

your beginning to feel suffocated in your own dorm, which is ironic to you, because this is quite literally the place you go to get away from a bunch of people, it's the only place of yours that isn't full of people.

so, you clear your throat, and push through people to get to the door, not wanting to stay inside with all these people, you'll probably end up throwing up everywhere if you stay inside even longer.

when you exit the dorm, you take a deep breath the moment you close the door, letting your back fall against it. you immediately jump as you see a person behind the door—

okay so dejun (who you confessed your love to by the way!), is pacing back and forth in front of your door, totally stressing. you blink, a look of confusion spreading across your face. "um.."

"are you okay?"

you aren't even sure why you opened your mouth, but if you didn't, this would just go on for a good twenty more minutes.

dejun jumps, clearing his throat as he smiles awkwardly. "you— scared the shit out of me".

he's acting so casually? after not talking to you for a good two weeks!?

"sorry—"

"i'm sorry!"

dejun immediately yells, covering his face with his hands. "i'm so sorry for not texting you! or calling you! or giving you a response! it was so stupid of me to not consider your feelings and instead of just telling you straight up how i felt i decided to ignore you but i was scared that i wouldn't be able to tell you without making it awkward and it—"

"dejun" you place your hands on his shoulders, turning him around to face you. "your rambling".

he sighs, eyes darting away from your face, he frowns. "but it's not okay, i didn't talk to you, i probably came off as such an asshole! you were probably so confused, and i just.. said nothing!"

you observe his features, and he looks even more anxious at your silence. his face goes red, and his leg begins bouncing up and down, whilst his hands look for something to hold.

"okay, calm down.." you mutter, reaching for his left hand and lacing it together with yours. "it's okay, there's no need to be worried".

"i'm sorry" he says again, finally looking up at you. "i get it if you don't forgive me—"

"dejun" you cut into his sentence, squeezing his left hand. "i forgive you.. i love you".

you repeat your confession once more, and dejun blinks, processing your words.

"i love you too".

and finally, after what seems like forever, after what was so long, he gave you a response.

before you could say anything more, dejun pulls you in for a hug, his arms circling around your waist. you're a bit taken aback by the sudden display of affection, but you also don't mind, because he squeezes you tighter.

"happy birthday" he mumbles, a small smile coming to his face as he feels your hand comb through his hair. "i'm sorry".

"stop apologizing" you say, lifting his chin up so you could look him in the eyes. "i forgive you, it's okay".

and it is, you're being completely honest, but dejun doesn't say more, immediately pulling you back into a warm hug

but suddenly, the door to your dorm swings open and guanheng peaks his head out, eyes widening as he witnesses the current thing. he has absolutely no context to anything which was happening at the moment, he just opened the door to witness a totally unaware dejun hugging you.

"uh.." he blinks, glancing between you two, but not asking anything, just clearing his throat. "it's time to cut the cake?" he laughs awkwardly, and you just smile, giving him a i'll be right there look.

"o...kay" he doesn't say anything more, just goes back inside and closes the door.

dejun giggles as guanheng closes the door, pulling away again to look up at you. "oh he is totally tired of us".

"we didn't do anything, though".

dejun snickers, lightly hitting your arm. "okay okay, you need to stop, it's your birthday, you have to go cut your cake".

"and.." he pauses, pulling a box out of nowhere and handing it over to you. "open your gifts".

you raise an eyebrow, confused. "where were you even hiding that?"

"that's irrelevant! it's your birthday, come on!"

and you let him drag you back into your dorm, smiling at him the whole time.

YOU ALMOST CONSIDER THE WAY YOU are acting to be absurd, and it's funny how much of another side dejun can just bring out of you. now you would never consider yourself to be a grumpy person, but people usually do describe you as having a 'natural frown'. you never really thought of yourself as being like that, but you guess that people don't see you look so happy much, because they continue to point out how it's like some glitch in the matrix to see you just a little less miserable as each day passes. chenle especially makes comments, talking about how you need to "put your smile away" because not seeing your resting face constantly freaks him out, renjun on the other hand, is elated, or maybe he's just glad he can finally be rid of you, you don't know.

but all that put aside, you are happy, and you have a cute oreo–haired man to thank for that.

and maybe this is all you really need, just dejun, the two of you don't even have to do anything, he can just lay his head down onto your shoulder and you'd be having a good time.

you like it when he sits down and paints your nails for you, or when he watches you bake over your shoulder, not knowing what to do but happy to watch you do your thing, or when he coerces you to win prizes from carnival games for him with his absolutely adorable eyes (he doesn't even need to try to coerce you, you'd do it either way).

"i'm pretty sure this is illegal".

"it's not!" you reply, though you mean to reassure dejun, your words seem to worry him more than anything. you take his hand, squeezing it. "dejun, i'm not getting you into any illegal activity".

"i can never tell with you" he retorts suspiciously, keeping your hand in his as you lead him up, he would have tripped if not for you holding your hand and guiding you up.

you clear your throat, patting the spot beside you as dejun immediately sits, so close to you that your legs are touching. "if i ever wanted to do something illegal, i'd know better than to bring you along".

he gasps, and you can't resist the urge to laugh at how offended he sounds. "what is that supposed to mean!?"

"you" your pointer finger touches his nose, and he doesn't even try to move. "are a snitch, you would be horrible to commit a crime with".

dejun slaps your hand away, and you laugh at the way he crosses his arms, a familiar pout gracing his absolutely beautiful features. "you— i.. take that back!"

"it's true! even yangyang would be a better option than you!"

dejun is even more offended by the words, and he slowly scoots away from you, arms still crossed as he pouts. you giggle as he remains scooted away from you, still angry about the words you said.

"uh— jun, i was just joking!"

"you suck".

dejun glares, but his glare is anything but serious, as you can see the way he slowly starts to break under your gaze, resisting the urge to burst into laughter. "i hate you".

"you love me".

he does, and he can't pretend he doesn't, because he almost immediately snickers, looking away from you as to not laugh more.

oh he is just so adorable.

you scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around his waist, making him yelp. "you're so cute" you mutter into his shoulder, and at this point, dejun doesn't even try to pretend anymore.

"you're so corny" he says, patting your arms that currently circle around his waist. you lean your head down onto his shoulder, making yourself comfortable, and he just lets you, because at this point he can't really push you off him.

"don't fall asleep, i'm not going to carry you back to your place".

"you would be too weak to carry me anyway— ow!"

you yell loudly as dejun nudges you in the stomach with his elbow, and while he looks absolutely proud of himself, you just glare, absolutely done with him.

but you don't say anything, just lets your fingers run through his hair, probably your favorite thing to do with him. he just cups your face, and he just smiles at your face, giggling. "your just as cute as when we first met".

the statement makes you snicker, because you did not expect for him to say that out of all things he could've said. you get why he says it though, because you are at the place where it all began, the bleachers, the same bleachers where you two were standing when you shared your first interaction.

you tilt your head, wanting to tease him more. "so there were moments where i wasn't cute, then?"

dejun scoffs, turning away from you. he lightly pinches your arm, and you yelp once again, inching away from him. "why do you enjoy hurting me?"

he smiles innocently. "i don't, i have absolutely no idea what you're talking about!"

your face drops, and all dejun does is laugh, squeezing your cheeks. "don't be mad, babe, you know i love you".

and you do, you do know, he never fails to remind you of how much he does.

"i love you too.."

with your eye rolls, and tiny mutters, dejun knows, he knows that you're telling the truth.

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